As thin mist shrouded the area, Jiang Lu's vision was affected. In the blink of an eye, she felt her surroundings grow hazy.
When she looked more closely, everything around her was dim. Before long, a blood moon hung in the sky.
Jiang Lu swallowed and forcefully pinched her own thigh.
Hiss—
She sucked in a sharp breath and hurriedly rubbed it. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt!
She could not use her Divine Sense, and her night vision was restricted as well. Standing on the tip of a cactus, she looked at the yellow-glowing eyes all around her and swallowed.
The next instant, a jade flute appeared in her palm. She had studied vocal music, after all!
The Secret Realm Spirit's smile froze in midair before it gradually became irritable. What was that in her hand?!
A flute! Why did she have a flute too?! Wasn't she a sword cultivator?
It had a bad feeling about this!
Jiang Lu gently raised the flute to her lips with both hands. The next moment, a soft flute melody, light and lively, lingered through the air.
The flute music slowly spread, like moonlight flowing over water and washing through the mind. The fear and unease within the secret realm were gently cleansed away by that thread of music. The restless spiritual energy gradually settled, and the spiritual platform returned to tranquility.
The pupils of the snakes surrounding the cactus abruptly widened, becoming round and wide-eyed.
As the melody danced, the snake swarm hissed, and their battle-ready postures gradually softened.
Accompanied by the flute, their bodies slowly went limp. In the end, they curled into balls and drifted into sleep.
Only then did Jiang Lu stop playing.
Her expression was full of pride. The cartoons she had watched as a child had not