The wind began to stir.
It gently rippled the once-calm surface of Dragon King Lake.
When did a song seep into the threads of the wind, lingering and undulating, sorrowful and painful...
It resembled the cries of a young girl who had lost something dear, weeping plaintively.
Yet within those cries, there were strands of happiness, sounding like a lighthearted hum from another girl, an unknown tune that was melodious and undulating, leisurely...
After an unknown period, tranquility returned to the Fox Tail House as the wind gradually subsided.
Only a rustling sound was occasionally heard.
The sound was soft, gentle, like the evening breeze brushing the mountain mist, stirring the fragrant grass on the clifftop, faint and intermittent.
