On Qin Island, Yu Xiaoyao folded the poem manuscript in her hand once, twice, three, four times, folding it into a butterfly. With a gentle turn of her jade hand, the butterfly vanished without a trace.
Her gaze slowly lifted. "Your flute is already in your hand. Can you finish the piece from before?" Lin Su had only played the opening of "Smiling Proudly in the Jianghu" when Li Daonian's Vast Expanse Sword Dao had been torn to pieces, and the music had abruptly stopped. The tune had risen suddenly in Jade Pool, then come to a sudden halt. How many hearts had been left with unfulfilled yearning?
Yu Xiaoyao, the Jade Pool Saintess, was certainly one of them. She was the most unwilling to let it go.
She wanted to hear the entire piece.
Lin Su gently shook his head. "This piece is unsuitable."
"Unsuitable?"
Lin Su said, "This is no ordinary piece. It is a battle song. Between you and me, I do not wish for there to be battle... Let me play you another piece."
For a moment, Yu Xiaoyao did not know what she felt.
There was regret at being unable to hear that exquisite melody from before, yet there was also deep agreement...
Between you and me, I do not wish for there to be battle. Therefore, I will not play this battle song before you...
In the jianghu, schemes and mysteries ran rampant. How many fellow disciples had turned against one another? How many friends and relatives had become enemies? The Jade Pool secret treasury recorded no fewer than eight thousand such tales, perhaps even ten thousand.
Yet he had told her: I do not wish for there to be discord between us!
And when had I ever wished for it?
Before we met