Peerless zither melodies, captivating sword dance – when they looked towards the stage, the man playing the zither had already vanished.
Many then realized, they had long since been moved to tears.
Dongfang Qingcheng still stood on the stage, her smile seeming to possess a power that brought tranquility, instantly calming everyone down.
That fan, staring at Dongfang Qingcheng, wanted her to explain who the man playing the zither had been. His music was so celestial that it was utterly intoxicating.
Indomitable and unyielding, the audience grasped these four words, and from them, experienced a surge of battle intent, the fierce, bloodied resolve of a warrior – to fight till death, victorious or never to return.
"He left, he is a man immensely indifferent to fame and fortune, not fond of public adoration. Otherwise, with his talent, his reputation should have been even greater than mine," Dongfang Qingcheng sincerely said.
