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"What's this?" Zhu Minglang found that the mysterious melody that had been maintained in the Piano Palace had disappeared.
Li Yunzi took down the qin string, merged it with the Silver Thread Sword in her hand, and it vanished into her sleeve, as if the string never existed. Yet, Li Yunzi exuded a touch of fairy-like charm. Her already transcendent beauty seemed to have gained a hint of divine mystery, unlike any ethereal detachment found in the human world.
Her eyes rippled like gentle waves, bright and stunning, and even amidst the blood-soaked battlefield of the city-state, she could not conceal the aura of transcendence that seemed completely out of place in this mundane conflict.
It was as if everything she endured, be it hardship, pain, anger, or confusion, was merely a mortal trial. When the moment came, she would shed her physical shell and ascend to immortality.
