"Finally lost your patience?!" As the battle between the major powers gradually reached a stalemate, Bofeng Aoyun, who had been watching in silence, suddenly glanced into the distance. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "It's her!"
Seeing the change in Bofeng Aoyun's expression, Liu Qing, Cynthia, Bofeng Yu, and Bofeng Guanglang knew that someone extraordinary must have appeared. The image on the screen began to shift, but it abruptly dissolved into static after capturing only a fleeting figure.
"There's no need to send any more Electronic Eyes over. Against her abilities, no number of them would help!" Bofeng Aoyun said calmly. A moment later, he added, "She's here!"
No sooner had Bofeng Aoyun spoken than Liu Qing felt what seemed like a gentle breeze. A soft song drifted on it, sweet to the ear and accompanied by the faint strains of an instrument. It was a woman's voice, and merely hearing it drew one helplessly into its spell. It even seemed to conjure the image of an exquisitely beautiful woman, appearing and disappearing, tugging at the heartstrings.
Though her voice was soft, every word rang clear, lilting and sorrowful. She sang, "I still remember those days of joy, when the east wind praised my delicate beauty.
I refused to believe beauty was ill-fated. Who would gather the fallen blossoms?
Though I sacrificed my lovely face, I could not escape another's grasp, nor recognize myself in dreams.
In life, I languish; in death, I wither. I would cast away beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms.
Yet it cannot bring back my parents, my family, the familiar faces of childhood.
My sorrow stretches on. Who in this world will sigh forever, for a fair lady never to be found again?"
As the song reached their ears, all the major powers