The Ten-Thousand-Sword Yun Family.
This mountain was named Second Sword Peak. Its towering slopes pierced the clouds and thrust straight into the heavens.
Even halfway up the mountain, white mist still wreathed the slopes, and the Cloudsea surged around them. Beneath their feet, drifting clouds rolled like waves; overhead, the blue sky looked freshly washed. As far as the eye could see, peaks stood arrayed like a sword formation, presenting a panorama of countless splendors.
Lin Changheng stood at the edge of the platform with his hands behind his back, looking down over the Cloudsea, his expression serene.
Behind him, Yun Zhi stood half a step back. Her manner was respectful, but she could not quite conceal the trace of sorrow his words had stirred between her brows.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, your talent is remarkable. Even back then, you already stood out among Foundation Establishment cultivators. Now, fifteen or sixteen years have passed, yet you still haven't secured an opportunity for Core Formation? Could that direct descendant of your lineage be even more gifted?"
Lin Changheng's eyes flickered, a trace of surprise in his voice.
His gaze swept over Yun Zhi. Her cultivation remained at the foundation establishment peak. Though her aura was solid, it carried a faint sluggishness. Clearly, she had been stuck at this bottleneck for quite a few years.
At his words, Yun Zhi's delicate brows knitted slightly, and she gave a soft sigh.
"Your insight is keen as a blazing torch, Senior. It is neither that I haven't worked hard enough nor that my talent is lacking-to be frank, my talent should be the finest across three generations of the Yun Family." A faint note of pride threaded her voice.
Lin Changheng nodded slightly without questioning her. Since she was so confident, her claim was likely