In the wilderness, with no one in sight, the fierce fire gradually fizzled out in the heavy dew.
Several unsightly black scars appeared on the earth; Xian'er, Jiang Xiaoyue, Xu Ni, and the Spiritual Sheep stayed on the largest black scar.
The three of them said nothing, silently gazing at the charred wagon with Black Spirit Rice scattered everywhere.
A song began to play.
[Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the fragrant grass stretches endlessly.]
[The evening wind caresses the willow, the sound of the flute fades, the setting sun beyond the mountains.]
After singing two lines, Li Changzhou sighed: [It's a pity, missing the erhu.]
"...Master God." Xian'er was tired, sad, and helpless.
Li Changzhou was indifferent.
