The Demonic Flute of Yin
As the last words played out in the mist of chaos in the air as the young bride of Gusu Lan played her sweet melody. Calling out the dead to wake once again.
Unaware of the figures that lay dormant in the darkness. The men in white could only look in fear as to what Su Ying was performing.
The Dark Arts
Dark arts were forbidden within the Cloud Recesse, how dare she.
"Hey! Qing Er get down here right now." The old looking man said as he watched the maiden end her flute music along with the black clouds Rize from sight. She jumped off the rooftop to land infront of him ever so gratefully.
"Sir, what brings you to this side of the Cloud Recesse," Wei Wuxian asked in kowtow towards the uncle of Lan Zhan.
"Young miss, Su Ying you are aware that the dark arts are forbidden in the Cloud Recesse am I correct" Lan QiRen said puffing his goatty.
"Forgive me Sir but Lan Zhan had not made this fact known to me."
Lies...
His brain said to him. Lan WangJi had no reason to know that he actually practiced the dark arts. He had never made it be known to him that he even knew the dark arts.
"I see." With that grumpy uncle left him alone.
He walked down the mountain. Along the way he had come before.
He never actually knew from where his mother had found it but they always said the flute had been a gift from a sacred spirit.
They always started with the windy nights and how the sky had been alive and angry at them. It has ever coincidentally it may be was the same day the great Spring Jade Mountain
Had disappeared.
Now back to where we were the sky angry and the wind demolishing everything it came into touched.
The flute had somehow been placed into the sleeping child's bed the day it
"Lan Zhan what is to consumate mean. I have been asking this from you ever since you said it to me."