This emotion can await becoming a memory, Yin Zhu, oh Yin Zhu, why must you make me cry?
One by one, transparent ice crystals slid from her face, falling to the ground, shattering into clear, slightly salty granules.
Zi and Ming, though still seated before them, had now stiffened. Though the effect of Ye Yinzhu's Zither music on them was somewhat diminished, the heart-stirring sensation that originated deep within their spirits made it impossible for them to calm their hearts. It was as if something was lodged within them that had to be released before they could feel at ease.
Subconsciously, Zi threw back his head and let out a long howl; the rolling sound waves tore through the air. The gloom and suffocation from the youthful days of his kin being killed, of being hunted, seemed to be released in this howl. A strong purple aura burst forth from his body, transforming the surrounding ice pillars and ground into purple crystals.