A desolate mountain valley, a waterfall cascading like a ribbon of white silk.
Pearls of water burst and jade droplets scattered as Pei Ling sat cross-legged on a reef, head bowed as he played the zither. His expression was calm, seemingly wholly absorbed, unaware of the changes around him. His mind and spirit had merged completely with the immortal melody flowing from his fingertips.
Not far away, Si Hanyong stood in midair, her skirt fluttering. Her crimson-gold hair shone brilliantly like the blazing sun, and her eyes glittered as she quietly watched the Xuan-robed Human Race before her.
At this moment, under the system's control, Pei Ling had already reached the end of [Qingqiu Song].
His expression was serene, his bearing as clear and tranquil as the moonlight and breeze. He was like a lofty scholar dwelling in the mountains, lost in the way of the zither, unconcerned with worldly affairs and unmoved by external things... Yet his heart was filled with unbearable anxiety.
The Dragon Queen of the Dragon Race!
[Qingqiu Song] had drawn the Dragon Queen here!
Worse still, his [Lingbo Cold Dragon Zither] had been forged from the Dragon Race!
If the Dragon Queen noticed anything amiss...
He wouldn't have a little Dragon Race princess to hold hostage this time!
Yet just as Pei Ling racked his brains, frantically searching for a countermeasure, the scene before him suddenly changed. The empty mountain valley and the waterfall spanning the sky faded in an instant. In their place appeared a towering giant tree woven from nine immensely majestic vines, their auras ancient and weathered!
The giant tree wound upward into the sky, reaching straight to the boundless azure firmament. It pierced through a sea of clouds and mist, as if leading to another world.
An immense surge of spiritual