That afternoon, outside Shrek Academy.
Two women had arrived there. Both were exceptionally beautiful, and many people passing by turned their attention to them.
Both were looking around, and the younger one's eyes positively shone.
"You two, standing here..."
"Is there something you need?"
A middle-aged teacher approached them, a trace of puzzlement on his face.
"May I ask if you're a teacher at Shrek Academy?"
Seeing him approach, the girl instinctively asked.
"Yes. I'm Du Weilun, director of the Martial Soul Department."
The man nodded, his expression calm.
He was none other than Du Weilun, the dean of studies at the Shrek Outer Court.
Many people came to Shrek Academy, but visitors like these two, standing around with nothing to do yet clearly having something on their minds, were exceedingly rare.
"That's wonderful."
"What are Shrek Academy's admission requirements?"
The girl smiled as she asked.
"Admission requirements?"
"It isn't enrollment season yet."
At the question, Du Weilun froze briefly, then shook his head with a smile and answered frankly.
"It isn't enrollment season yet?"
"How long do we have to wait?"
"Six months."
"Are there any other ways to enroll?"
The girl visibly paused, then couldn't help asking, her expression thoughtful.
"Almost none."
Du Weilun answered with impartial severity.
"Of course, if someone's talent is truly exceptional, the Academy might make some allowances, but that has never happened so far..."
He explained slowly.
Shrek Academy held its admissions on September 1 every year. It did not accept students outside that period.
Aside from the Soul Tool Department, which still offered assessments because it had so few students, everyone entering the Martial Soul Department's Outer Court did so during the annual admissions with a city lord's recommendation letter. There were no exceptions.
And Du Weilun also believed...
No one would