As the melodious sound of the flute drifted across the battlefield, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The rampant dark forces seemed to be suppressed by some unseen power, growing markedly less unbridled. The fierce wind gradually died down, and the dark clouds ceased their churning, as if soothed by the music.
A surge of hope welled up in Zhang Zhi's heart, and he pondered to himself, "This flute music comes at a peculiar time; perhaps it is our turning point. But who on earth is this woman, and why has she appeared here?" Though his eyes were filled with doubt, they also held a newfound resolve. As long as there was the slightest glimmer of hope, he would never give up.
The fear on Lin Wan'er's face receded slightly, her eyes flashing with anticipation. "Could this flute music mean she is a friend rather than a foe? I only hope she can help us escape this terrible plight." Her hands were clasped tightly against her chest, as if she were praying for good fortune to arrive.
Chapter 30