Qing Lin was only thirteen that year.
"A thirteen-year-old Dou Shi...!"
Su Qian circled Qing Lin, his eyes shining.
"Um, Lord Buxiao?"
Su Qian's scrutiny made Qing Lin panic a little, and she instinctively called to Sun Buxiao for help, her voice trembling.
"Hiss-"
Qing Lin's pet Little Amethyst Winged Lion had already started hissing.
"Holy crap, Mao Die too."
Looking at the Little Amethyst Winged Lion's round head, Sun Buxiao nearly lost it.
The Amethyst Winged Lions naturally had round heads; their manes and enormous horns were what made them look imposing. But this Little Amethyst Winged Lion's mane had yet to grow out, and its enormous horn was still just a little nub. With its ears pinned back, it looked like one big round head.
And it was hissing, too.
"A fourth-rank Amethyst Winged Lion cub? Go wait off to the side! A genius, an absolute genius...!"
"Young friend Sun, didn't you say you were going to introduce two new students to me? Where's the other one?"
As an elder who had overseen all of Jia Nan Academy for years, he thirsted for talent like a parched man thirsted for water.
"The other one isn't in Wutan City. I'll bring him over in a year or two-actually, I have to take Qing Lin away with me now, too. Today was just to let you have a look at how talented my Qing Lin is."
Sun Buxiao spoke with a cheeky grin.
"What was that!?"
Su Qian's voice immediately rose a notch.
Two years!?
Wouldn't the damn daylilies have gone cold by then!?
"No, absolutely not! She's thirteen now, the perfect age to build her foundations. What matters most is coming back to Jia Nan Academy with me to study!"
"As her—uh, guardian, I assume? Since you're her guardian,