Perhaps, it was due to Hua Chongyang asking for her name, the girl smiled warmly against the sunlight. However, she did not respond to him. Instead, she raised the conch in her hand and lightly placed them against her lips. She pursed her thin lips slightly before a deep sobbing noise resonated in the air.
The sound produced by the conch was meandering and melodious as it spread across the heaven worship platform. The unique tone and tune sounded like something that came from under the sea. It seemed to sing tales from the past in a low but beautiful and bright tone.
The tune spread into the forest.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
