How much of the resolve to pursue the Immortal Dao remained in his heart?
How much remained?
Yi Shuyuan's voice was very soft, but to Qi Zhongbin, it was thunder from the heavens, shaking him awake!
In some of the city's towers and pavilions, cultured gentlemen, maidservants, lovely companions, and others gazed spellbound at the fireflies filling the sky, just like the countless ordinary people throughout the city.
"We came out tonight to drink and make merry. Who would have imagined we would witness such a beautiful sight!"
A scholar held a wine cup and leaned against a pavilion railing, looking up at the sky. His very soul seemed to roam the heavens with that beauty.
"Such a sight belongs only in heaven; how rarely may it grace the mortal world."
Someone in the same pavilion was too excited to contain himself. He rushed inside and returned carrying a zither. Seeing this, others hurried back inside as well, returning with zithers, flutes, and lutes.
They began an impromptu performance, melodies stirring in their hearts. Once one of them started, inspiration flowed unceasingly with the beautiful scene, and together they played a new composition.
The music reached the rear courtyard of the Mo Residence. Though faint by then, it was exceptionally clear.
Gentle, unhurried, ethereal, and soothing, it seemed to reflect the fireflies glittering like stars, the entranced gazes throughout the city, and Qi Zhongbin's heart.
Two streams of slightly cloudy tears flowed from the corners of Qi Zhongbin's eyes. True immortals existed in this world, and one stood right before him!
Before his death, the old ritual master had once said mockingly, "What true immortals are there in this world? If you can be made a god after death, then you're a divine immortal. Gods are immortals."
Tears streamed down