"Zheng!"
The notes fell into silence; the melody came to an end.
At this moment, that Purple-Clad Lady slowly lifted her head, looked at Shi Feng who sat upright before her, and softly called out, "You're here."
"Mm, I'm here." Shi Feng nodded to her and said.
"Mm." The Purple-Clad Lady answered softly, then turned her gaze back to the zither floating before her. Her fair, slender hands moved over the strings once more, and the leisurely sound of the zither echoed through heaven and earth again.
Shi Feng had never been someone who understood the zither, yet for some reason, whenever he listened to her music, it always gave him a special feeling he could not put into words.
He even found himself savoring it endlessly.
Back on the Tianheng Continent, Shi Feng had once read in ancient texts that some who Cultivated the path of sound in Martial Arts could, through special sounds—such as the tones of a zither or a bell—bewitch others.
