At the summit of the snowy peak behind Lingxiao Pavilion, Ling Tian patiently told the story of how he and Lian Xin had met, recounting every little detail again and again. Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and Ling Tian had told it more than ten thousand times.
Watching Ling Tian so stubbornly recount his past with Lian Xin, Po Qiong felt his heart ache. Several times, he wanted to speak up and persuade Ling Tian to stop, but when he saw the heart-wrenching look in Ling Tian's eyes as he gazed at Lian Xin, Po Qiong could only let it go.
Perhaps Heaven took pity on Ling Tian, or perhaps Po Qiong's guess had been right. As Ling Tian continued his story, Lian Xin's lotus body reacted more and more strongly. Sometimes a Lotus Phantom would spill out and circle around Ling Tian, as if listening intently. This gave Ling Tian boundless motivation, as though a parched desert after a long drought had finally received rain.
On this day, Ling Tian was continuing to tell their story when Po Qiong suddenly interrupted. "Ling Tian, do you remember that ancient zither you got after killing Yun Xiao? It seemed to resonate with Lian Xin."
At these words, Ling Tian remembered what had happened back then. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took out the Purple Copper Ancient Zither.
The moment he took out the zither, an overwhelmingly powerful sword intent enveloped Ling Tian, carrying a sky-high killing intent.
Ling Tian gave a cold laugh and let his Arrow Intent spread, easily resisting the killing intent. He forcibly pressed his hand against the zither and plucked the strings. A series of metallic notes rang out. But the zither