At the Academy, a zither melody rang throughout the mountains.
Little Girl propped her chin in her hands, quietly watching Luo Yin play the zither.
At the Academy, playing the zither was something Luo Yin did every day. Her music expressed her feelings, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes plaintive.
Had Gu Yu been there, he would certainly have said that every note she played was lovesickness.
With Gu Yu and Su Mo away, the Academy felt much quieter. Second Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, and Fifth Senior Brother were all away, while the eldest slept soundly year-round.
With no one to play with, Sixth Senior Sister could only keep eating.
Luo Yin had only Little Girl to listen to her music, and Little Girl no longer spent her days calling, "Young Master, Young Master..." as she once had.
With a soft sigh, Luo Yin gently stroked the Ink Zither, watching Little Girl, who was listening to the music but whose mind had long since wandered beyond the horizon.
Suddenly, an utterly abrupt sense of panic rose in her heart. Her playing hand trembled violently, and the music stopped short...
Luo Yin looked up blankly, beside herself.
Little Girl suddenly raised her head, and two tears spilled without warning from her beautiful, bright eyes.
Little Girl raised a hand and wiped her face. Her hand was wet.
Suddenly flustered and at a loss, Little Girl looked up toward the horizon and murmured:
"Why... am I suddenly crying?"
"Does Young Master... not want Girl anymore?"
"Slash!"
That cold, merciless voice came again from the Giant God Remnant at the Ghost Gate, resounding between heaven and earth.
The enormous sword rose high, revealing a will that brooked no resistance.
Amid the boundless white, Su Mo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and