For those two reasons, Mr Lu turned Feng Wu down before she had a chance to speak.
Grand Secretary Fang and Priest Wu were shocked!
How could that be?
"Mr Lu…"
"Mr Lu…"
Both old men cried out in unison.
Would Mr Lu ignore their request outright?
Mr Lu was very straightforward. "She isn't an ideal choice for the martial arts department, nor for Imperial College. Therefore, no."
Once Mr Lu put it that way, there was nothing more Grand Secretary Fang and Priest Wu could say.
They turned to Feng Wu and sighed. "Xiao Wu, it's out of our hands now. You…"
Feng Wu shook her head adamantly.
"Mr Fang, Mr Wu, may I have a minute alone with Mr Lu?"
Mr Lu smirked. "Feng Wu! I don't care what you're going to say. I said no, and no it is! Moreover, registration has closed, and at least for this year, you've lost your chance!"
He practically shouted those words.
