The old man cut him off. "We won't give it back. Once you sign up, there are no refunds. That rule was written down from the start. Didn't you see it?"
The boy's father was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to leave, feeling deeply upset as he muttered, "Hmph, fine, we won't attend. I've never seen anyone so unreasonable. My son is a genius. Better academies are willing to take him. What are you acting so high and mighty for?"
The boy's father was unhappy, but the boy himself was rather pleased. He wouldn't have to study at this run-down school.
One after another, many failed to qualify and could only leave, also cursing under their breath. "No wonder you're so poor. You won't even take money when it's handed to you. I'd like to see how many students you can recruit."
"My son is fourteen and at the twenty-ninth level. He's a genius, and his Soul Rings are both hundred-year ones, yet you won't even take my son. Hmph, when my son graduates from another academy, he'll definitely be more outstanding than anyone who comes out of Shrek."
"What a freak academy. Just you wait. When my son makes a name for himself in the future, you'll regret not accepting him!"
Many people were extremely upset, encouraging their sons to go to other academies and cultivate properly, then make a name for themselves in the future and slap Shrek in the face.
Some people wanted their registration fees back, feeling that this rule made no sense at all. The registration fee wasn't refunded no matter what.
The old man said calmly, "Mubai, someone wants their registration fee back. Handle it."
A figure flashed over. Dai Mubai appeared, Soul Power erupting from