That music...!
Zhao Rui followed the sound, his pace unhurried.
The night was quiet and serene, the spring wind sharp and cold.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the faint sound of a zither drifted on the air.
For a Martial Artist seeking clarity of mind, the atmosphere was perfect.
As he drew closer, the beautiful melody of the zither grew clearer and crisper.
Zhao Rui vaulted over the campus wall. His feet tapped lightly on dry branches, his movements as elusive as a flitting butterfly, before he landed about ten feet in front of the zither player.
Before him sat a beautiful young woman with a delicate face and jet-black hair, her fair, jade-like hands caressing the zither.
Perhaps sensing Zhao Rui's arrival, the zither's melody abruptly changed. It now sounded like blades cleaving the air, like thunder shaking the heavens. Despite the serene depths of the surrounding woods, the music conjured the tense fear of an ambush from all sides.
