Above Freedom Hall, a melodious, ethereal bell tolled.
The Freedom Hall, built a hundred years ago to commemorate a victorious war, still retained an ancient tower covered with ivy, with nothing but an empty space on it... save for an old bell.
For the past hundred years, regardless of weather, the old bell had chimed every hour, and those passing by the hall always felt a sense of tranquility when they heard its sound.
The bell continued to toll.
It was a symbol of peace and an embodiment of freedom—
"It's nine o'clock."
Gu Shen, from beyond the walls, heard the faint grand bell tones, realizing only now that the celebration had been going on for two hours... And it wasn't until the sound of the bell that he became aware that the atmosphere inside the music hall was unusually quiet and orderly.
The last time he came to the hall.
