The memories came in fragments at first, like shards of a broken mirror reflecting glimpses of a life long forgotten.
Yun Lintian saw himself as a young boy, standing in the grand courtyard of a magnificent estate. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of laughter echoed in the distance.
A tall, imposing man with sharp features and an air of authority stood before him. His father—Yun Wuhan, the patriarch of the Yun Clan.
"Lintian," his father's voice was deep and commanding, yet there was a warmth in his eyes. "Remember, the path of a cultivator is not just about strength. It's about responsibility. You are the future of the Yun Clan. Never forget that."
Yun Lintian felt a surge of pride and determination as he nodded. "I won't, Father."
