Xu Yan wore an expression of helplessness.
"Cui'er, did you see that? He merely lost control!" Du Yuying said with a sigh of relief.
Cui'er remained silent; she seriously doubted that it was an accident.
After searching the corpse, Xu Yan confirmed that the Illusionist Demon Master was a man.
The flute was a fine treasure; Xu Yan pocketed it.
He found several spirit notes too, wealthier than the previous demon sect Grandmaster by a few thousand spirit crystals.
There was also a book of musical scores.
Flipping through it, one of the pieces seemed to be the Illusionist Demonic Melody?
"Bring it back, give it to master for some leisure!" Xu Yan was thrilled.
This journey to the Inner Domain had brought immense gains; he had grasped the true essence of the Dragon's Chant.
"Master was right," he reflected, "to learn by analogy, to absorb the essence into oneself, that is what it means to be a true Martial Artist!"