Bai Yuxia didn't speak of these matters. Ever since rushing back to Yue Country overnight, he hadn't shed a single tear, only remarked softly: "The Son of Heaven thought he could control the Ge Clan, and manipulate Ge Fei at will, so he didn't care, even condoned. Or perhaps he had more schemes, thinking at a higher level... but 'Fei' is the calamity of the world, not easily dealt with. Ge Fei is no longer the Ge Fei of the past, nor can I continue to be the naive Bai Yuxia. Let us watch and see."
Outside, mournful songs of the soul's repose were still being sung.
The song played—
"Three souls depart, seven spirits no more.
Who in the world is without kin?
One cry, one suffering.
From naked we arrive, to naked we return.
This life's fate is over, gazing at the mountain path ahead.
Though the mountain does not shift, the water may flow, tearful eyes gently sing for those who left.
Sing of the mountain, too high it is. Sing of the water, too distant it flows.
