The sound was gentle, like the low chime of silver bells, yet also as tender as the sea breeze caressing the face.
A musical sound, indescribable in terms of any particular instrument, flowed out like a clear stream in the mountains.
It wasn't the guzheng, nor the pipa, but... leaves!
The newly sprouted verdant leaves rustled in the breeze, weaving together into an enchanting and moving melody.
Everyone was dumbfounded, some even reaching to their ears, wondering if there was something wrong with their hearing.
Bai Chuwei stood under the tree, her delicate palms resting on the robust trunk, her fingertips emitting a spiritual glow, as if giving new life to the Phoenix Divine Tree. The withering branches began to show signs of vitality, and the leaves turned an even brighter green.
All present were silent, staring at Bai Chuwei with their mouths agape.
That sound... it truly came from the great tree...
Bai Chuwei withdrew her hand, her voice lingering, "Brother Datie, right?"
