"Tianyu, anger only makes people foolish. Remember, at any time, keep calm," Hua Tianqiong said indifferently.
Hua Tianyu listened and admired Hua Tianqiong very much, "I understand."
Hua Tianqiong had an air of a major disciple, an aura Ye Qiu had seen in some Saint Heirs before. Although Hua Tianqiong's aura wasn't as refined as a real Saint Heir's, it was very close. It seems that this person is a talented disciple within his sect, or else he wouldn't have developed such an aura.
At least, the younger generation in Qingfeng County doesn't have anyone like him. Even the three major sect talents Ye Qiu has seen—Li Hanbing, Wang Luoxing, Situ Rong—are not as remarkable as Hua Tianqiong before his eyes.
This aura can't be feigned, like an emperor's superior charisma. If you haven't reached that level, you can't fake it. Moreover, it's something that forms slowly, unintentionally exhibited in every gesture, not intentionally acted out.
