Jiuyou Academy.
Dean's office.
Old Yao sat behind the large desk, patiently and meticulously packing tobacco into his pipe. A slender golden flood dragon struggled and howled at the elder wizard's fingertips, then was gradually pushed into the pipe with little resistance.
Exceptionally tiny, yet it brought about a heart-stopping sensation.
However, Professor Yao's gaze did not focus on the tobacco or the pipe but instead looked upward, squinting at the undulating smoke above, observing the fleeting images within, his eyes full of reflection: "—No wonder everyone wants to become a legend. Without being a legend, how can one truly know the essence of life?"
"Being a legend comes with responsibilities and duties, not so you can spy on student gossip!"
