Clear Joy, Bitter Longing: Peach Blossom Consort

There has long been a tale in the Wu Sect that the Turning Wheel, the mountain's guardian treasure, can conceal an immortal capable of taking lives. Another three hundred years passed. A strange, lilting melody called the Huaxu Tune rang out beside the Nether Ferry, and six people who had once planned to watch a performance together accidentally fell from a cliff. The moon hung alone above the mountains. An ancient sky lantern that had never gone out lay silent beneath the lake, while old, broken roof tiles crumbled into chunks and tumbled down to the foot of the mountain. Many years later, seven people came to investigate the mountain. They learned that, somehow, every disciple within the palace had perished. A storyteller spread the tale across the land, and the people believed it, many listening with tears of sorrow. One can never forget the rivers and mountains, beloved ones returning, starlight surging back with the tide. May it preserve the blessings of humankind. Then came the sound of tinkling... splashing... rumbling... This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.