Liang Wei and the hermit continued their journey through the mystical realm, their steps guided by a sense of purpose and camaraderie. The landscapes they traversed were diverse and enchanting, each holding its own secrets and challenges.
One day, as they walked through a dense forest, the hermit suddenly halted, their ears perking up as if they had heard something in the wind. Liang Wei followed suit, his senses on high alert.
"Did you hear that, my young apprentice?" the hermit whispered, their voice barely above a breath.
Liang Wei strained his ears, catching a faint and eerie melody carried by the breeze. It was a haunting tune, filled with a sense of longing and sadness.
"I hear it," Liang Wei confirmed, a shiver running down his spine. "But what is it?"
The hermit's eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and concern. "It's a song of the past, a melody that lingers when memories are too strong to fade," they explained. "Let's follow the tune and see where it leads."
