"Rise to the terrace at dawn! Descend to the riverlands at dusk! Wherever you go, never stop! Give yourself to the River of Clouds!" The old man's voice came in a tight rhythm, shaking the heavens. Every line carried fervor and passion, as though he were singing a high song for justice. Meanwhile, the jade zither continuously condensed swords from sound waves, sending them surging toward me like a raging tide—dense as a sea of song. It was easy to imagine how broad and mighty this old man's spirit had been in his youth. There was not the slightest trace of dragging things out in his song, only a soaring, heroic grandeur that swept onward, never to return!
Dong, dong, dong!
Dong, dong, dong!
Just as I kept dodging the Sword Qi and blasting it apart with short bursts of sword song, a dense drumbeat suddenly rang out!
I looked toward the old woman. She had already leaped into the heavens, and the drum behind her was beating on its own, producing a rhythmic sound. The moment I heard it, I actually found my swordsmanship gradually slowing in accordance with the drumbeat's rhythm!
I couldn't help being utterly astonished. It seemed the wine I had been made to drink earlier had now become the culprit preventing me from focusing on the rhythm!
"The jade zither paints the mountains, the waters flow with delight here; white trees haunt the moonlit night, the empty drum blankets wind and springs." The female immortal with silver hair, who shook the drum and sent its sound through the clouds, was likewise ancient, but her voice did not sound old at all. Instead, it resembled that of a graceful girl of sixteen or seventeen. The instant she opened her mouth, she left everyone marveling at her