Tang Yuehua (Part 2)

Tang Yuehua froze again.

"To be honest, when my Martial Soul awakened at six, my Innate Soul Power was so weak it was practically negligible. My Martial Soul could not even manifest. The label of 'trash' on my head was far more famous than yours."

His words were calm, yet they stirred up a raging storm in Tang Yuehua's heart.

He... he had once been "trash" too?

Xiao Yin, who was now so powerful that even the Clear Sky Sect had no choice but to lower its head, had actually had such a past?

"Later, I was merely lucky enough to encounter a few opportunities, which allowed me to reach where I am today."

"So, Pavilion Master Tang, there is no need to cling too tightly to the past or to your inborn flaws. Fate can be a real bastard sometimes, but it always leaves a few cracks in the window. The key is whether you have the courage to push one open, or... try looking through another window."

Opportunities... cracks in the window... Tang Yuehua chewed over those words, and the deeply rooted inferiority in her heart seemed to loosen slightly.

The man before her understood what it felt like to be called "trash," yet he had walked out of it and risen to unimaginable heights.

For some reason, a faint resonance emerged in the depths of her frozen heart.

Xiao Yin said no more and turned his gaze to the paulownia zither beside him.

He sat quietly for a moment, then gently pressed his fingers to the strings.

This time, the melody he played was different from before.

The zither's music was melodious and vast. At first, it was like morning mist dispersing to reveal the outlines of mountains; then it became like a babbling stream, winding yet