"Human Race Bosom Friend, long time no see."
Deep Black at the forehead of the guitar, a blood-red eye opened.
Inside, life thrived abundantly, like moss settled in a pool of spring water.
Yet that stillness of undisturbed water, seemingly having seen through the Red Dust, indifferent to life and death, retained no impurities.
"Clang—"
The Golden Body Demon, formed from the mist, slowly flew out from the rear end of the forehead.
Slender fingers plucked the crimson strings, the clear and lingering "Bright Lake Chant" distinctly presented at the edge of the ear, just like in the past.
"Ancestor Divine Bow..."
Mu Shoucong continued trembling, his legs so weak they nearly collapsed.
He stood beside Absolute String, at just the right angle to see.
As Absolute String played, behind it appeared another human-like silhouette, dimly showing rosy lips and white teeth, a face brimming with life... If not Ye Tianzi, then who?
