The appearance of the woman in white instantly plunged the entire battlefield into a bizarre tranquility. The sound of the zither lingered like threads of silk, seeming to possess a miraculous power to soothe the heart and slightly ease everyone's tense emotions. The music seemed not to come from the mortal world, but to drift leisurely from the highest heavens—ethereal and distant—flowing like a clear spring across a battlefield reeking of blood and slaughter.
The mysterious figure, however, wore a ferocious expression, his eyes bulging as he roared angrily at the woman in white, "You ignorant, death-seeking wench, how dare you ruin my plans! Today, I'll send you to your grave with them right here!" His voice was hoarse and grating like the cry of a night owl, laden with boundless malice and fury.
The woman in white maintained a detached expression, much like a cold autumn moon hanging high in the sky. Parting her cherry lips, her voice was crisp and resolute, "Right shall always triumph over evil. You vile scoundrel shall surely meet heavenly retribution today. Your deeds are intolerable to heaven and earth, and I will bring you to justice." Her fingers flew across the strings without stopping, and the zither notes transformed into streams of brilliant light that shot toward the mysterious figure like sharp arrows. The radiance was dazzling and carried an inviolable, sacred aura.
Chapter 35