On the summit of Lotus Mountain, a blurred figure threw a yellow talisman towards the direction of the Lotus Temple.
The yellow talisman depicted an ancient twenty-five string harp,
As the talisman paper continued to fly, the strings of that ancient zither seemed to be lightly plucked by the wind,
Immediately, a melodious sound of the zither emerged from the talisman paper and drifted into the void.
When the talisman paper was getting closer to the Lotus Temple, the zither on the paper suddenly leaped from the paper,
The zither's sound resounded again,
But this time, instead of spreading out, the sound was trapped within the body of the zither.
The sound of the zither was like water, the body of the zither like a skin bag,
As the sound accumulated, the skin bag became more and more swollen, more and more filled,
The skin bag expanded with a limit, but the sound of the zither kept amassing,
