In all honesty, Dugu Chou was not possessed of a beautiful voice; his singing was mediocre at best. However, everyone present could hear his effort and feelings flow into his song; his low and scratchy voice gave birth to a melancholic mood in those who listened to him.
As the skeletal person listened, he condensed all his thoughts into a drawn-out, quiet sigh.
Ling Xiaozui looked sad as well, while Feng Xiange had closed his eyes to listen wholeheartedly. One of his hands tapped out the beat on his thigh, as he reminisced about days gone by.
White hair fluttered in the night's breeze, silent and grim.
For a moment, the four legendary figures who had long reigned at the peak of this world indulged in their own thoughts, causing a sense of desolation to fill the room. The experience of such legends was far richer than that of a common person's; who among these legends who had attained so many achievements would not be filled with a memorable past?