"Hallmaster, can you also play 'Injury Nan Ting'?" The only response he received was a tormenting cycle of nightmares entwined.
Yuegong Hui collapsed, mumbling mindlessly, her lips giving out a strange sound of powerlessness, like a woman's voice:
"Can... can... maybe?"
Dao Dai'er immediately followed up: "Hallmaster, come to my Qianshi Emperor Realm, I happen to have an open position there, missing a successor to the Holy Emperor."
"I... I'm not worthy..."
"You're indeed unworthy, so you're not here to take the position, but just to come by, tonight."
"Come... come for what..."
"Nothing." Dao Dai'er condescendingly, indifferently replied: "This hall merely wishes to hear you play 'Injury Nan Ting' alone for me."
...
Thud!
Yuegong Hui collapsed limply onto the ground.
The sound emitted was eerily reminiscent of the peculiar noise Yue Gongnu had heard back then through the ice wall.
Screech—
The Buddha Sword Furious Immortal scratched a deep mark into the ground.
