For a time, Supervisor Hu Yingyue seemed to have been struck by inspiration, her erhu playing became increasingly mournful, her emotions feeling utterly saturated.
Lu Yao rolled his eyes, looking at the funeral procession vanishing into the misty rain in the distance, no longer wanting to listen to the bothersome erhu, and turned to leave.
Supervisor Hu Yingyue glanced at him, her face breaking into a sardonic smile.
The young do not appreciate the erhu, mistaking it for the less valuable pipa.
...
...
Young Prince Ji Haihui left Golden Light Prefecture after the funeral procession.
At this moment, many forces became aware of it.
Atop Golden Light Peak.
Nan Lihuo stood with his hands behind him, his white hair flying about, and his eyes spilling with firelight, in very good spirits.
But it wasn't enough.
Although Ji Haihui was dead, it wasn't by his hand.
Moreover, the death of Ji Haihui would certainly provoke Ji Moli's wrath, leaving him not much time.
