Inside a tavern at one end of the street.
Footsteps sounded as a dignified middle-aged martial artist pushed open a private room, entered with a laugh, and said:
"A tune that intoxicates like a breeze, why trouble the mortal world with worry. What a Violent Dream Song. Though it's just a melody from the zither, it's enough to make me recall it for three months."
The room was simply furnished, with a landscape screen in the middle. The reflection of a woman playing the zither was faintly visible on it.
Her hand played the zither, and the lingering sound became quiet. A serene female voice then sounded in the room, "Ghost Spirit Saber, you're late."
The middle-aged man turned behind the screen, sat in front of the woman, and let out a hearty laugh, "Had some trivial matters on the way, but being able to witness such a spectacular confrontation and hear Qin Hou's music, arriving late turned out to be a good thing."
