"Third? How have you been cultivating?"
Yun Ruyi: "?!!" She suspected she had misheard.
The woman slowly lifted her tea. "One of the Twelve Young Masters, yet you couldn't even claim the top seat."
Yun Ruyi froze completely. For an instant, the sounds around her blurred, and she seemed to see a familiar scene.
Yun Huang's exceedingly aloof, aristocratic face as he told Eldest Brother:
-The Nine Heavens Azure Cloud List.
-You must compete to win.
-If the Yun Clan cannot take first place, none of you need return to see me.
The same domineering manner, the same refusal to tolerate mediocrity, the same peerless pride.
Yun Ruyi cautiously wondered whether something was a little off here.
She said, "Third... is actually pretty good?"
A cold snort rang out, carrying peerless sharpness and confidence. "Good?"
"In my day, I always held the top seat. Never once did I take a lesser place."
At that, the woman's gaze drifted into the distance, as though reaching across ten thousand years.
"The Tournament Ceremony has reached its final verdict!"
"The top seat-Yun Si!"
"Foremost among the Twelve of the Yun Clan!"
And there were those boys and girls who had once run along behind her.
"Eldest Sister! Wait for us!"
"Eldest Sister-!"
So noisy. Annoying.
The woman slowly closed her eyes. In that instant, a faint trace of tenderness finally passed through her world-weary, indifferent expression.
Yun Si lifted her eyes, her brilliant yellow robes reflecting the ghostfire of the Nether River. Her phoenix eyes were proud and noble, and her features bore an astonishing resemblance to a certain Immortal Emperor now seated high in Heaven Beyond Heaven.
Yun Si had once enjoyed a formidable reputation throughout Heavenly Origin, her name renowned across the world. She had been the foremost of the Twelve