"The endless green mountains by the river... the setting sun still capsizes the flat boat... already arranged a straw raincoat to return home,"
"Jiangnan with its misty rain, dear seagulls and herons should not startle and fly away, let's meet and forever be companions..."
Outside the Sword Storing Pavilion, the sound of the zither was profound and distant, Wei Jin played, her left hand pressing the strings, her right hand holding a bamboo ruler hitting the strings—many from the Hengshan Sect listened intently.
A piece named 'Jade Chain' guided everyone into deeper shades of green where they seemed to resolve to return and stay together.
Inside the high pavilion, the young Sect Leader enjoyed it himself: "Wei Jin plays the zither with a Warring States essence."
"Yes," Feng Qiaoyun said with a sigh of regret, "if only Gao Jianli were here."
Lv Songfeng let out a breath filled with generosity: "I, too, can sing the Yi River Song."
