The wind blows, the solitary shadow slowly disperses.
The wind blows, the last trace of the zither sound melts among the flowers.
Peach blossoms fall, scattered on yellow mud.
Eyes shine, just like Chunshui...
The dam in Lin Xiaosu's heart was broken at this moment, he took a deep breath, "I will send you a song too, this song 'Farewell Tonight'!"
Behind him, an Ancient Peak stood tall.
Atop the peak, a Dharma form.
The Dharma form raised a hand, a flute in the hand, playing a tune.
His mouth opened, accompanied by this charming tune, he began to sing a song...
"Oh, intoxicating night, that bright moon,
Who keeps the shyness in the blooming season.
How many can continue the naive love?
The laboring swallows scatter, and once gone, flowers bloom and wither..."
The Moon Demon was carried away by this beautiful melody, unable to turn back.
Han Yan stared blankly at the flute, listening to his song, her whole music theory world was shattered at this moment.
