The more Hei Xinjiu blew, the sadder she became. Memories of her past and present surfaced in her mind. When she thought about how her parents were imprisoned, but she was powerless to do anything about it, the sadness in the song became even more intense.
As time passed, other than sadness, there was also a deathly stillness in the song. The surrounding flowers and trees began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. The disciples of the Discipline Hall were even in tears.
Even though the Lan family’s patriarch and elder Tuo’s cultivation levels were high, their hearts became sour.
The two of them originally wanted to interrupt Yun Chujiu’s playing, but at this moment, they actually couldn’t bear it anymore.
What made the two of them even more surprised was that the gurgling sound coming from the spring of Tranquility actually changed. It was actually the music that Ying and Yun Chujiu were playing.