… Ding… ding ding…
Once again, the pleasant sound of a zither arose.
Liang Hui's eyes closed as he listened quietly.
"You can live."
"But I seek death!"
"Is that so?"
"That's all there is to it."
After a few simple exchanges, the two no longer spoke, and only the sound of the zither conveyed their sentiments within the Taoist temple.
But even the sound of the zither must come to an end.
Bang!
Qing Yi exerted force in her palm, shattering the ancient zither outright.
She stood up and slowly walked over to sit beside Liang Hui.
"How fares the world?"
"It all returns to the Divine Court."
"Is that so?"
Qing Yi murmured softly, her gaze gently curving, seemingly quite content.
"Is the era when everyone was like a dragon about to arrive once more?"
"Alas, the sect has missed the opportunity once again."
"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, may I be the one to send off the Yuan Yang sect on their final journey?"
Liang Hui remained silent, not replying immediately.
