The Farce and the Miracle

"..."

The smile on Xie Tingxian's face completely turned stiff as his beard trembled. For a long time, he was rendered speechless.

Ding Lingdang's pair of pretty eyes opened widely, and her lips quivered as she opened and closed them again and again; she was shocked to the extreme.

Every recruitment staff, reporter, student, parent, and every onlooker was as though they had been struck by lightning. For a good while, they were unable to speak.

After half a minute, as if a spiritual energy bomb had been detonated at the center of the crowd, the entire crowd burst into an uproar!

"Grand Desolate War Institution's Refining Department? Is there some mistake? Does the Grand Desolate War Institution even have a Refining Department? Isn't it a college specialized for training battle-type cultivators?"