A sound wave was transmitted from the depths of Lin Yao Village, arriving at the small green bamboo flute in Song Shuhang’s hand.
"Buzz… buzz…" the small green bamboo flute emitted the sound of static. Soon after, a gentle voice spread from it, "Hello!"
Was this True Monarch White’s voice? He heard it very clearly. It seemed that this thousand miles sound transmitter’s ability to send messages was not inferior to that of a mobile phone.
"Hello, Senior True Monarch White. My name is Song Shuhang. I was entrusted by True Monarch Yellow Mountain to receive you when you come out of secluded meditation. Senior, where are you now?" Song Shuhang said into the small green bamboo flute.
He was very excited. In a short while, he would be able to see the place where a ‘Senior True Monarch’ had lived in seclusion for more than a hundred years!
