Atop the cliff, many eyes were focused upon the young man standing beside the mottled, ancient Dragon Bell.

Some rays of sunlight had pierced through the clouds, blanketing Li Luo in warmth. The youth's grayish-white hair reflected the sun, and his face that had inherited the best features from his father was the very picture of a handsome young man in the peak of his youth. 

Li Fengyi greatly admired her little brother's appearance and hence commented to Li Jingtao. "If ringing the Dragon Bell did not require talent but was dependent on one's looks, our Little Brother wouldn't even have to lift a pinky. Merely standing by the bell would cause it to ring by itself."

Li Jingtao bitterly smiled as he said with all earnestness, "Fengyi... you should not be fixated on looks. That's simply too shallow. What seems precious might very well be ruined inside if...