The piece ended, the lingering sound still not dying away.
The trailing notes of the Song of the Vast Ocean were still vibrating.
But if you listened carefully, you could discover... entwined within the sound of the zither, there was also a trembling note.
That was the Sword Sound.
The "Reed Sword" in Yuan Yi's arms was quivering incessantly, the little girl clutched the sword's sheath tightly, staring intently at Chu Man not far away, her cheeks flushed red with excessive anger.
"Mr. Xie."
Chu Man spoke softly, "Your timing is quite coincidental."
"It is indeed coincidental."
Xie Xuanyi replied indifferently, "I happened to run into your people on my way here; this fellow must have lost his way, so I brought him to see you."
Chu Man slightly lowered her head.
She glanced at the corpse on the ground.
The Thin Ghost was dead, his Divine Soul shattered to pieces, his death pitiful to behold.
