The Lonely Old Man

The strange old man unleashed his full power, and the gray-mist hand's strength instantly doubled.

In the Great Ruin Realm, the gray mist that had already been beaten back suddenly surged in again.

Within the gray mist, countless terrifying visions flashed past. Armies seemed to gallop by, and giant beasts seemed to roar...

The divine beasts formed from the notes vanished at once before that overwhelming force.

With the note-beasts gone, the terrifying gray mist was about to engulf the entire Great Ruin Realm.

The gray-mist hand slowly closed, as if gripping an egg, ready to crush the Great Ruin Realm.

At that moment, everyone in the Great Ruin Realm collapsed to the ground, overcome with terror!

Even in the Small Courtyard in the Small Mountain Village,

a slight hesitation crept into Nan Feng's playing.

The music shifted slightly. Everyone, who had been immersed in it, immediately sensed the change and emerged from that blissful state in which they had forgotten everything.

"The gray mist... is closing in."

"This is bad. I feel like the Great Ruin Realm... might not be able to withstand it!"

"Can't Sister Nan Feng's music hold it back?"

All the disciples were worried.

Meanwhile, Li Fan listened calmly to the music. Noticing the change in Nan Feng's playing, he walked over and gently took her right hand in his, saying,

"Clear your mind. Feel the strings and resonate with them. Let person and instrument become one; shatter every obstacle!"

Nan Feng felt her master's warm, strong hand. Her heart gave a slight tremble, then settled.

She rested her hand on the strings and paused. The music fell silent as she felt the strings.

For a moment, it was as if spring water flowed over her fingers, a breeze brushed her palm, and snow made her