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The gentle zither music rose from the heart of the clouds and mist, each note firm and bursting forth, with a touch of plaintive grace and soothing softness, thus fluctuating amongst the mountains.
Seated amidst the clouds and mist was Ye Yinzhu, and by this time it was evening, the sun having already slowly descended from the far west, with darkness gradually creeping in.
Resting upon Ye Yinzhu's lap was the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither, with its orange-yellow body emitting a soft halo of light. However, within the deep purple radiance, there was a faint layer of white, which made the original purple light appear a few shades paler.
It wasn't the milky white of Sub-God rank but a pallid color. Each vibration of that profound music brought forth a sense of emptiness or fullness, a unique feeling.
The soul's touch permeated within the music, and right in front of Ye Yinzhu, that dense black fog seemed to fluctuate with the rhythm of the zither, becoming more solid with each wave.