Lingbo Island.
The sun was setting. On a cliff that jutted out toward the sea, a man in white robes stood playing a long xiao flute. Its notes sobbed, now soaring, now sinking, now lilting, now urgent.
Just then, a graceful figure walked toward the man playing the flute. When she came within a hundred feet of him, she slowed and softened her footsteps, only stopping when she was ten feet away to listen quietly.
After quite some time, the man lowered the long flute in his hands and asked without turning around, "How was that tune?"
"Husband, I still haven't had enough," You Lian'er sighed. "What is it called?"
Huang Xiao turned around and smiled. "I was simply playing as the mood took me. It doesn't have a name!"
You Lian'er walked to Huang Xiao's side and looked in the direction he had been gazing. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Husband, did the tides stretching to the sky stir something in your heart and inspire that tune?"
"Nothing gets past you. Yes, as I stood here looking out over this boundless blue sea, a surge of heroic spirit filled my heart," Huang Xiao said.
"No wonder. The flute's notes were like these tides stretching to the sky, rising and falling, with surging waves and hidden currents." You Lian'er giggled. "Husband, if you refine this tune and combine it with the Sound Art, perhaps it will become quite an extraordinary cultivation method. You must give it a fitting name."
Huang Xiao thought for a moment. "You have a point. Across this boundless blue sea, the moment the wind rises, waves surge high enough to startle the heavens, with hidden currents churning beneath. Used properly, the Sound Art would be hard for an opponent to withstand. Hmm, but the tune