Yun Qing heard the heaviness in those words and suddenly understood. Fourth Elder Yun Zhenye probably had not been born so taciturn. Had this elder been as lively as Yun Jinglei in his youth?
Yun Zhenye said quietly, "That is why every child of our lineage must be given a resounding name at birth. We bind ourselves with a mighty name, anchor our identities with a Dao Name, and do our best to avoid a tragic end."
Yun Qing fell silent, his double pupils fixed on the boisterous youth before him. He found it hard to accept that someone who loved lively company as much as Yun Jinglei might meet such an end.
Deaf to heaven and mute to earth...
"Oh, he needn't worry about that." Yun Zhenye suddenly interrupted Yun Qing's melancholy.
"Huh?" Yun Qing looked puzzled.
The Fourth Elder looked toward that bouncing orange-haired boy in the distance. For the first time, an exceedingly complicated expression appeared on his solemn, reserved face.
"Throughout the generations, our lineage has mostly been quiet and restrained in temperament, in harmony with our Dao. But then he came along..."
The Fourth Elder seemed at a loss for how to describe him.
In the end, he merely gave a snorting laugh. "A mutation."
"Pfft." Yun Qing could not hold back his laughter.
The Fourth Elder continued, "Look at that orange hair. He practically wants to shine wherever he goes. Ever since he was little, he's been talkative, rowdy, and so flamboyant he can't sit still for even a moment."
"Make him cultivate in seclusion for three days, and when he comes out, he'll grab the disciple guarding the door and talk for four hours."
At that moment, Yun Jinglei stood on a floating chunk of stone, holding a Formation Disc in both hands