The Zhang Clan's Kirin Child

Heavenly Heart Realm.

Dragon Tiger Cliff.

The cliff face looked as if it had been sliced sheer, its blue-black stone covered in Dao patterns. Spiritual energy hung like mist, curling upward in wisps.

A group of cultivators dressed in blue-white robes patterned like jade sat cross-legged. Spiritual energy coiled around them, their eyes slightly closed as they devoted themselves to comprehending the Dao.

During the intervals of cultivation, no one spoke.

Yet everyone's gaze subconsciously drifted toward the figure at the very front of the cliff.

The youth sat upright on a cattail mat, his features picturesque, his bearing untouched by dust. Around him, there faintly lingered the Pure Radiance of the great yin, making him look every inch like a divine being descended to the mortal world.

In the eyes of the crowd, reverence and yearning showed without the slightest concealment, even mixed with a trace of awe.

They were all proud sons of heaven from the Heavenly Heart Zhang Clan, core children of the family, enjoying endless resources.

But they knew clearly in their hearts that between one core and another, there was still a difference as vast as clouds and mud.

They were still bitterly comprehending Dao resonance, striving to grasp the embryonic form of Dao laws.

Yet that one had already comprehended Dao laws—and the very pinnacle of Dao laws at that. Such talent crushed all his peers in the clan!

Above the firmament, deep within the clouds.

Buzz—

Two figures quietly concealed themselves, their auras restrained to the utmost. Only their gazes pierced through the clouds and fell upon the youth on Dragon Tiger Cliff.

On the left, an old man in a red robe, his hair and beard both white, with faint fiery Dao resonance light lingering around him, looked at the youth's