The boundless sea of clouds changed in an instant. Silver light streamed through it, gathering gently and rolling slowly like a vast white wilderness.
At this moment, the Demon Dragon slowly beat its powerful wings, covered in glossy black scales and sparse grayish-brown down, as it raced across the sky above that white wilderness of clouds. As its enormous body swept through the air, it forced out gusts of howling airflow that carried far into the distance.
Suddenly, waves of melodious, winding zither music rose from the dragon's back.
Murong Qingqing turned her lean yet increasingly imposing and aloof face to the side. Her long, delicate brows lifted slightly as her beautiful eyes gazed at Jiang Dali. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and then she parted her pearly teeth in a smile.
In that instant, the icy beauty's smile seemed to make even the sunlight pale.
She sat calmly atop the dragon's back, the Sky Demon Zither laid across her lap. After tuning it, she began to play. Her long, soft fingers danced over the strings like colorful butterflies, producing music like babbling mountain springs and soaring birds, soothing and cleansing everyone's hearts until they gradually calmed down.
Listening to the music, Hui Qi seemed to regain his composure. The grief of his senior brother Hui En's passing diminished considerably, and his expression slowly relaxed.
Jiang Dali sat in the large Ice Soul Jade Stone chair that had been transferred from the Demonic Eagle's back to the Demon Dragon's. He enjoyed Wanwan's deft massage while Wang Yuyan, now increasingly skilled with needle and thread, patched some of the torn spots in his clothes. He savored this rare moment of peace.
When the piece ended, its lingering notes seemed to circle through the sky, refusing to fade for a long