Yun Tianluo possessed extraordinary talent, his intelligence bordering on the uncanny.
But he saw too deeply into the ways of the world, and having been born among the clouds and raised among the nobility, he had watched the Myriad Races bow their heads and every sect lower its gaze since childhood. Inevitably... he held everyone beneath his notice.
And so, in the end, the seven-aperture exquisite heart he had cultivated was hacked to pieces by a single axe blow.
Fortunately, he later blazed a different trail and found his own Dao. Otherwise, that ordeal would have become a great calamity on the Dao Path of this prodigy above the clouds.
Yun Qing knew very well that this second brother of his had never truly been an approachable person.
On the surface, Yun Tianluo was gentle and genial, lightly waving his folding fan. He always took good care of his siblings, and occasionally even showed them an affection tinged with sly mischief.
But in his bones lay the proud refinement and sharpness of a Yun Clan Prodigy. With outsiders, his intelligence carried scrutiny, his gentleness held them at a distance, and beneath his schemes lay a competitive heart that sought to move all living beings like pieces on a board.
Thus, Yun Tianluo could cultivate exquisite clarity, but could hardly achieve true freedom from obstruction in all seven apertures.
Compared with his eldest brother Yun Qing, his breadth of heart still fell a little short in its capacity to embrace others.
Yun Qing looked at the man before him, whose seven apertures were all open, and slowly spoke of his concerns.
Xie Junheng listened quietly. Moonlight shone in his eyes, making them look all the more clear, as though freshly washed.
After listening for a while, he asked, "From what you