The music of the zither continued to linger in the air. Although the sound was soft and faint, it did not cease to shake people's hearts thunderously. Everyone had unknowingly entered a magical realm just by listening to the tune of the music.
Chu Yang's heart was as calm as water; he watched his life quietly flash through his mind from a third person point of view. He was seeing memories that were heart-wrenching, ones that were so painful that they were shattering his heart into pieces!
When he was just a teenager, a fire had raged all over Beyond the Heavens Sect. In his white robe, Meng Chaoran fought amidst the flames with his long sword. His countenance appeared calm, yet at the same time, hopeless. With one palm, he knocked Chu Yang unconscious and buried his body beneath the corpses. With this, he had given Chu Yang a chance at life…
