At the Astronomical Academy, Jing Dajiang sat under a tree and enjoyed the cool breeze while sipping his coffee.
Next to him were two elderly men.
"That young girl is quite dangerous," said the one with a white beard.
"I asked around about her. It seems she has been in the academy since very young, but she is a bit distant from others," said Jing Dajiang and chuckled while eating some peanuts.
"But it's alright for now. She won't be a problem. She still lacks opportunities, which aren't easy to find. It might take ten or even a hundred years to take another step forward. When she gets there, I'll lend her a hand."
"You gave her the Astronomical Scroll… What if it creates conflict with other sects?" asked the beardless old man.
