The Golden Generation Arrived
Shrek Academy was far from quiet that night.
It was not because the new students were too noisy.
It was because Flender had returned.
The moment he arrived back at the academy, he heard that half the registration fees collected that day had been refunded.
Flender stood at the entrance of the shabby academy for a long while without speaking.
Zhao Wuji coughed.
"Well... this was a somewhat special situation."
Flender adjusted his glasses.
"Special enough to warrant a refund?"
Zhao Wuji pointed to the side.
"That girl Xiao Wu has an Appeal Form from the Martial Soul Hall Branch in Suotuo City."
Flender: "..."
He fell silent for a moment.
"Martial Soul Hall is regulating even registration fees now?"
Dai Mubai looked somewhat awkward.
"They said academy fees must clearly state the standards."
"If the requirements aren't clearly written, those who don't meet them can file an appeal."
Flender fell silent again.
He did love money.
But he was not stupid.
Over the years, Martial Soul Hall had opened schools in various places and taken charge of Low-Rank Soul Master education, steadily building its reputation.
Commoner Soul Masters and parents in particular trusted Martial Soul Hall Branches far more than before.
If Shrek were truly reported to the Suotuo City branch for unclear admission requirements and refusing to refund registration fees, the trouble would not be serious—but it would be humiliating.
Flender hated humiliation most of all.
Especially the kind related to money.
"Rewrite the admissions sign tomorrow."
Flender said with a dark expression.
"Under twelve years old, above level twenty. Those who fail to meet the standards will not be charged a registration fee."
Zhao Wuji was stunned.
"You're really changing it?"
"Or should we wait for Martial Soul Hall to come inspect the