The wind blew past, and the lone shadow slowly faded away.
The wind blew past, and the final thread of zither music melted into the flowers.
Peach blossoms fell, scattering over yellow mud.
Her gaze rippled, just like spring water...
At that moment, the embankment in Lin Xiaosu's heart was washed away. He took a deep breath. "I'll give you a tune too—Farewell Tonight!"
The wonder of the song was beyond words...
Moon Demon was swept away by that beautiful melody, unable to turn back.
Han Yan stared blankly at the flute, listening to his song. At that instant, her entire understanding of the Musical Dao shattered into pieces.
She had always been the one most deeply affected by Lin's Musical Dao.
Yet today's music had still leaped beyond the framework she had set.
This tune was so full of emotion, so full of musical feeling.
Every note struck the very tip of her heart.
It made one lose oneself within it, unwilling to turn back.
To her, the Musical Dao was a path into the Dao. She had never truly thought the Musical Dao was beautiful.
Yet the music of this night, with its sorrowful beauty, its exquisite beauty, and that thread of mortal emotion, was so deeply moving.
She, a Musical Dao prodigy who had entered Heavenly Capital and drifted ever farther from the mortal world, seemed at this moment to have been pulled back into the human realm, experiencing once more amid the red dust what she thought, what she longed for, what wounded her...
At its core, this was an impact upon her Dao Realm.
Yet she suddenly felt that her Dao Realm had become fuller, without the slightest sign of damage.
The cultivation laws of Heavenly Capital forbade closeness to the mortal world.
Every cultivation