In the silent, lonely snowfield, the piercing and eerie weeping cries of countless vengeful spirits suddenly echoed through an ice valley.
The next moment, a crisp, gentle flute melody sounded, accompanied by waves of chilling, murderous zither music!
Inside a ball of black mist, Murong Xue wore a calm expression as her small hands danced across the strings of an ancient zither floating before her, moving so fast they became mere afterimages.
Chapter 114