Rumble, rumble...
The carriage raced toward Capital City along the official road, a flute melody brimming with the spirit of the martial world drifting from outside:
"Toot, woo-woo~..."
Xie Jinhuan leaned against the carriage, blowing on a leaf as he admired the scenery steeped in autumn.
Ye Hongshang silently appeared as well. Perhaps finding the atmosphere suitably martial, she even conjured a swordswoman's dress as brilliant as maple leaves, without a trace of any other color from head to toe. Even her hair ribbon was fiery red. Tilting her head against his shoulder, she listened intently and hummed softly along:
"Mm-hmm-hmm~..."
Inside the carriage, Nangong Ye sat cross-legged in a black dress, eyes closed, his body swaying slightly with its jolts. Though he could not hear A Piao's gentle singing, he could hear Xie Jinhuan's tunes. After a while, he felt that this fellow's offensive truly came in waves.
Having discovered his fondness for music, Xie Jinhuan relentlessly attacked his weak spot. In the hour or so since they had departed, he had not repeated a single tune. Some were famous compositions Nangong Ye knew too, but others were strange little melodies he had never heard, utterly different in style yet very pleasing.
Several times, he wanted to ask what a tune was called, but asking would mean stepping into the trap.
Remembering his standing as an elder, he restrained the urge and treated it as listening to music in an entertainment house...
But as noon gradually approached, Nangong Ye lost the inclination to listen.
The Immortal-Burning Gu was a poison of utmost yang. Exerting himself fully last night had let the Yang Poison spread throughout his body again. As the yang energy of daytime intensified, the dormant Yang Poison within him clearly began to stir.
There were still thirty