"No!"
Neil said in a tone that fluctuated more in a short period than Wei's, "Ah, to think my Martial Arts Academy could collect a Yellow Level waste of a Martial Arts Soul, absolutely not. Kid, you give it to me, otherwise..."
Neil gazed at the dust in the forest. His flowing sleeves and robe fluttered, a tremendous power breaking like a colossal sword within the dust of the forest.
He looked expressionlessly at Neil, like a giant palm grasping Neil's glorious status. He coldly said, "No one would believe it. Besides, my Martial Arts Academy is merely a Martial Arts Academy in appearance. Although under the current circumstances, it is a Yellow Soul of martial arts, it has not violated the academy's system, and we can decide to let him enter the academy."
"Vice President is not regretting today's decision," Donna said with a sneer.
He glanced at Neil, didn't take a second look, and handed a form to Lin Dun, saying, "You have to fill in your money."
