The sky had already darkened.
Overhead the area flanked by over a thousand tombstones, all was pitch black, lacking even the light of stars or moon.
Only some blue and purple ghostly fires floated around the tombstones.
At this moment, no one was paying attention to all of this.
All of Yun Sheng's attention was focused on the Bone Zither beneath her hands.
Yet, Yuan Bupo was concentrating all his attention on Yun Sheng.
Once again, he placed his lips on the Purple Flute, slightly moving his mouth, his fingers nimbly pressing on the holes of the flute, and beautiful flute music arose once more.
Just like with Huang Que before, Yuan Bupo's flute music started off very slowly, akin to a lullaby for lulling children to sleep.
But as the music progressed, it became increasingly fast.
