The most sincere emotions needed no endless intimate declarations, yet they were more unforgettable than any vows of eternal love.
Those who understood would naturally understand. Those who did not often fell into obsession, unable to obtain what they wanted yet still unable to let go.
When the song ended and Murong Qingqing had calmed herself, Jiang Dali's extraordinary figure had already vanished into the inner mausoleum's tomb chambers. Instead, bursts of thunderous impacts rang out from the outer mausoleum.
Elsewhere, Dongfang Bubai extracted the Eight-Headed Serpent's essence blood and vital essence, entering a state of deep cultivation.
Everything seemed as usual, yet everything also seemed to have become somewhat unusual.
She knew that what remained unchanged was the harmonious state they were in now, something none of them wished to disrupt. What had become unusual was her own changed heart.
When the heart changed, the music changed as well.
The pieces she had once played had mostly been mournful and ethereal, as though recounting a helpless and lonely life, sorrowful and plaintive.
The music she played now was like lofty mountains and flowing waters. Lofty mountains and flowing waters had found a kindred soul. Even if there would be no further response from this day onward, this one encounter alone left her with no regrets in this life.
Bang!!—
A heavy shockwave erupted across the ground, blasting apart shattered stones. A mind shadow had barely emerged when Jiang Dali smashed it apart with a single punch.
"You defeated Shinkage Taromaru's Gang Qi Realm mind shadow. Your 'Great Strength Divine Fist' proficiency increased by 0.01%, and your 'Great Strength Divine Skill' proficiency increased by 0.01%."
A notification appeared on the panel.
Jiang Dali glanced at it, then looked around at the desolate mess of rubble scattered everywhere. He