"Your Cultivation path has been far too smooth, without any real setbacks. Or rather, you overcame any setback you faced with ease."
"And because of that, your Dao has a great flaw."
"You're like an exquisite ceramic vase—flawless, beautiful, and the center of attention wherever it's placed. But with a single light tap from a hammer, you would shatter into a million pieces, beyond repair…"
"Stop it!"
Tears streamed from Yun Qinghe's eyes, her delicate form like a pear blossom in a storm.
Lu Mingyuan studied her eyes and asked tentatively, "Did that battle with the Great Netherworld crush your will?"
At that moment, Lu Mingyuan could finally confirm that her state of mind was indeed the problem. Her spirit and will had suffered a severe blow, and she had been unable to recover since.
