Zhou Heng knew nothing of what was happening outside.
At that moment, he was walking along the road to the next Trial.
Soon, Zhou Heng stopped and looked at the countless illusory figures of light seated ahead.
"Young friend, please sit down and have a chat."
The illusory figure of light closest to Zhou Heng beckoned to him, gesturing for him to sit.
After Zhou Heng sat down, the illusory figure said nothing more. Instead, it took out an illusory guzheng and began playing softly, its ten fingers plucking the strings.
Zhou Heng did not interrupt and listened closely.
It was a lilting, plaintive melody, carrying an inexplicable sorrow and anguish.
It was like a woman who deeply loved her man, only to be abandoned in her chambers, unable to have the love she desired.
Soon, the piece ended. The illusory figure looked up at Zhou Heng and spoke with a soft chuckle.
"Young friend, what did you think of my piece?"
Zhou Heng pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
"It was a sorrowful piece, seemingly recounting the love, hatred, passion, and resentment of an abandoned woman in her chambers."
The illusory figure chuckled silently and nodded to Zhou Heng, then turned into light and disappeared.
A new road appeared where the illusory figure had vanished.
When Zhou Heng took a step forward, the previously clear road ahead grew indistinct again, and a new illusory figure appeared before him.
"Young friend, my piece will be quite good. Please listen closely."
The illusory figure that appeared this time had the form of a woman.
She plucked the Guqin in her hands, her slender, delicate fingers playing softly, and notes like a clear spring echoed in all directions.
The feeling was rather like the peace and serenity conveyed by having no