The youth tapped the sword with his fingers, while his other hand patted his knee, creating sounds like bird chirps, yet the rhythm belonged to that of a traditional tune, equally elegant and pleasant to the ears. Yet suddenly, it transformed, from the refinement of Jiangnan, into a more exhilarating and grandiose spirit.
It was as if the breeze that brushed through Jiangnan had reached Kunlun, then bringing along the bone-chilling millennium coldness to the world. The musician, spellbound, gazed at the young boy, her eyes glittering with admiration.
Li Guanyi smiled, "How about that? If you get better, I'll teach you."
The musician stared at this young ranger, her mouth opened slightly as tears streamed down her face.
But, with a choked laugh, she whispered softly:
"People like you... don't live long…"
