The leader of Changge is Taibai disciple.
He held the piano and sat down.
The sword shadow was startled, and it suddenly became weak.
"It's you."
Simple syllables, without any tone, dispersed in the air, but seemed to be condensed into ice.
He looked at the long sword that stopped in front of him with a cold brilliance. The sword was so awe-inspiring that it stung his eyes, and the hand holding the sword was long and powerful, with well-defined joints.
"It's me."
He smiled and suddenly plucked the strings. Just a few single notes.
The man in front of him took a step back.
He sat up slightly and stroked the body of the piano, his eyes deep.
"Uh-"
"Zheng——"
A few pieces of fabric from the snow-white clothes, and a lock of dark hair from the Taoist priest, were falling leisurely.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and saw that the snow-white tassels on the scabbard were stained with a touch of blood. The Taoist priest's hand that was sheathing the sword was still pressing the sword, but there was blood dripping from the bottom of the wide sleeves.
The broken hair on the Taoist priest's cheeks floated a little in the wind, then slowly fell down. The clothes were broken in several places, faintly revealing the fair and beautiful texture inside, like marble.
Really...
He thought ruefully.
Intention: Everything in the world is difficult, but if you make choices, there is a glimmer of hope.