In ancient times, Fuxi fashioned the qin; today, Zhurong created music.
It was testament to humanity's rise to strength amid suffering.
The Confucians had a saying: only when the granaries were full did people understand propriety and decorum.
Only those freed from hunger and cold had the leisure to pursue such attainments of the spirit.
And sound was also an indispensable part of nature and the Great Dao.
The method Tian Ying cultivated, the Nine Odes Flying Spirit Ascension Art, was itself founded upon turning sound into swords and using swords to unfold the Dao.
Now, to point directly at the source of melody was no less a great path.
After all, on the path of swordsmanship, she was not as extraordinarily gifted as her brother, Tian Yong.
Yet exceptional swordsmanship did not necessarily mean talent for cultivation.
Though Tian Ying's cultivation progressed slowly, by cultivating according to the method, she could still prove herself an immortal, step by step.
As the carriage advanced, the Heavenly Sound Nine Swords released waves of heavenly music and descended upon the plaza before the altar.
Apart from the principal seats for Zhurong, Prince Changqin, and Buting Huyu, there were more than a dozen seats along either side.
They had been specially prepared for the Music Wind Officials.
Naturally, one belonged to Tian Ying, and it was the one closest to Prince Changqin.
Ling Qing and the people of the Sound Tribe took their places in the stands on the left side of the plaza.
This area had been specially reserved for the tribes of the Music Wind Officials.
Seeing Tian Ying arrive, Prince Changqin smiled and nodded. As for everyone else, he did not spare them so much as a glance.
When Zhurong spotted Ling Qing, however, he gave him an extra look.