Firing an Arrow at Bury Sky
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The scary harp sounds were like whips of the soul. They kept lashing Han Sen's heart. They interrogated the deepest recesses of his soul. He could not avoid them.
If his heart was questioned, he was corroded by the asking heart phoenix head harp's power. As a result, Han Sen's body kept turning into sand. His skin was like sand, wasting away to the wind.
"Han Sen..." Zhao Qiu Yi gathered up power. She wanted to help Han Sen withstand the scary harp sounds.
When her power touched the harp, it turned into dust. She was blown away. Even her body was affected. Her snow-white skin looked like sand, similar to how it was affecting Han Sen.
Han Sen looked serious. His body and mind were trapped. He could not use his sword either.