Ling Mu also withdrew from the cliff, still feeling regretful. She had been so close. If only she had known, she would not have left.
Cheng Feng was even more regretful, of course, but he would not show it in front of Xiao Lian. He had to maintain his untarnished, otherworldly image at all times. Just like the village below, where every wisp of smoke and fire seemed to have broken away from the cultivation world and returned to nature, making people feel at ease.
Soon, a beautiful song rang out, spreading like ripples and enchanting Xiao Lian and everyone else who heard it.
Lu Yin heard it too. He stared at the cliff in surprise. The song could actually affect his emotions. It was truly beautiful and pleasing to the ear, as if it painted a picture with sound, showing him glittering stars and inexplicably stirring his blood, filling him with lighthearted joy.
It was a song that could move people's emotions.
Lu Yin thought of Luoshen. Her dancing could likewise stir people's emotions. If the two of them worked together, the scene would be indescribably beautiful. What a pity. This Cheng Feng was a Dark Son.
The song continued. Lu Yin entered the village, though these ordinary people could not see him.
He had already felt that something was wrong when he had disguised himself as Tu Shuangshuang and entered the village. But what exactly was wrong? He wanted to take another look.
"Third Aunt, help me hold the ladder. The house is damaged, and it leaks whenever it rains."
"All right, just a moment. Let me wipe my hands."
"Old thing, go water the fields when you have time. We're still counting on a good harvest next year."
"Cough, cough. The old man is coughing and has