"Ding——"
The lonely night, unable to invade her immediate vicinity, hindered by the forbidding snowstorm.
Ye Xuezhu clearly saw that at the very center of the abyss, Ye Hanjun for some unknown reason retreated, allowing an ancient zither to float before him.
The strange sound just now emanated from that zither.
"Rustle rustle rustle..."
A fluctuating black fog emerged from the tail of the zither, then transformed into a demon.
It measured only three meters in height, humanlike in physique, with a single eye on its forehead, ears as large as palm-leaf fans, and exceptionally sharp tusks at the corners of its mouth.
But this was nothing, the abyss contained much fiercer and more terrifying demons, an amplitude of them.
What truly intrigued Ye Xuezhu was that pair of arms... why were they so slender?
And, though it was her first time seeing a demon in the form of a zither, why did she have a vague sense of dread concerning its spirituality?
"Ding, ding, ding, ding——"
