Song Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he grew ever more certain of his guess. The other party had not only discovered his presence, but was also splitting her focus, transmitting her voice to him while keeping the song unchanged.
[Sound of Heavenly Music] was a divine ability that required an extreme concentration of Mental Energy. Even the slightest fluctuation might cause it to lose its proper effect.
For this person to accomplish such a thing, her cultivation was definitely above his.
He hesitated in his heart for only an instant before deciding to accept this invitation.
He did not know whether an ambush was waiting for him up ahead, but he was clear on one thing: if he did not go, Ji Shinian would definitely be in mortal danger.
Following the direction from which the song came, he soon saw the song's owner.
She wore a deep-blue flowing immortal skirt, her legs crossed as she sat upon the clouds. In her palm she held a white conch larger than a hand, and even if only part of her profile was revealed, she was already a peerless beauty of the mortal world.
Bright sunlight fell upon her, refracting into a seven-colored, dazzling shimmer that gathered behind her into a rainbow.
Her eyes calmly watched the white clouds drifting leisurely ahead, as if she had not noticed Song Changsheng's arrival at all, her whole heart immersed in her own world of music.
Just by sitting there, she seemed to have merged with heaven and earth, without the slightest sense of disharmony, as if she had originally been a part of the universe itself.
As for her cultivation, Song Changsheng could not see through it at all. This might be because she had used some technique to conceal her aura, or it might