On the far side of the Immortal Plane, Dao Yin was sitting inside a room filled with children. They were being taught about refining artifacts. The girl had no interest in it and was looking out of the window. The teacher on the podium asked, "Dao Yin, could you tell me how many hits are required to refine Purple Tungsten to grade one?"
Dao Yin turned her head to look at the man and said, "Hundred."
Her voice was cold and calm, this was her usual state, the desks around her were all empty already. Other demon kids feared her. When she came to this sect, a few older students tried to pick on her and the next moment, they all were lying on the floor missing their important limbs. The teacher sensed her disinterest and said, "Dao Yin, I understand that you have mastered the knowledge we have to provide you and that you would rather be cultivating in your room. However, cultivating the mind is also important."
