Before Yan Huan stood a golden harp, its strings faintly glowing as though awaiting someone to pluck them.
He stepped forward and casually strummed it twice.
His fingertips brushed across the strings, drawing out a series of clear, lingering notes that echoed through the quiet garden.
The harp rang out crisply...
Feng Jin's spirit form appeared once more, as if summoned back by the music. She looked at the harp with delight.
"The melody has changed..."
"He heard the voices of the people, but he no longer had the strength to respond with enthusiasm."
"Like a bird returning to its nest by instinct..."
"It will set out and go to his side."
At last, Yan Huan received a Rainbow Box.
The box was inlaid with seven-colored crystals. It felt smooth and warm in his hands, and it was quite heavy.
"..."
Looking at the weighty box in his hands, Yan Huan stared at Cyrene in surprise and gave it a heft.
"This thing counts as a [bookmark]? It's huge..."
"Don't fuss over such details." Cyrene blinked and covered her mouth as she laughed softly.
"If you really wanted to nitpick, the Xuan Feng Seal Ring wouldn't fit between the pages either~"
The group continued onward through the garden and found Anaxa waiting for them in the courtyard ahead.
He leaned beneath a strange tree whose branches were as translucent as glass. Seeing them arrive, he straightened up.
"You're here. Earlier than I expected."
He looked at Cyrene, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.
"I never expected Demiurge to be you..."
"The pink mammal beside Yan Huan."
Cyrene sighed helplessly upon hearing that.
"Professor Anaxa, your classification of people is truly precise..."
Feng Jin's spirit form appeared and smiled calmly.
"After all, according to the sages of the Tree