Xu Xingke lifted his wine cup, drained it in one gulp, and continued speaking:
"So, I did not lie just now."
On the other side.
The Song Family.
Song Yinchen sat in front of a guzheng, gently plucking its strings.
Notes, like flowing clouds and streaming water, leaped from the guzheng, creating invisible resonant points in the void around her.
In the cosmos.
The light from billions of galaxies traversed time and space, drawn by the notes, showering down on Song Yinchen.
She was gradually entering a state of self-forgetfulness.
Then, a stream of Aurora fell from the sky, speaking urgently:
"It's bad, there are many people outside who want to kill Shen Ye."
The guzheng music stopped.
All phenomena vanished instantly.
Song Yinchen closed her eyes slightly and took a while before she opened them:
"I was breaking through, and you suddenly barged in, disturbing me."
