In the northwest, outside the Taihe Sect, on board a Flying Boat.
Meng Yu was competing in swordsmanship, and the Sect Leader could wait.
Master Tianyue watched the Golden Core Masters on the Flying Boat, observing their apricot faces and peach cheeks and their graceful demeanor, looking at the exquisitely depicted Formation... Suddenly, he recalled his own life.
His father was a Golden Core Master, and had him at the age of one hundred twenty-three. Among a large group of siblings, he was not the favored one, having to struggle and diligently work from a young age, fighting for every resource as he grew up.
At that time, he often thought how happy he would be if he were his father's only child, with all the resources dedicated to him.
It was an obsession that tormented him until he realized something profound, seeing others with better talents and more resources fall behind him.
