Heaven-Defying Mystic Consort: The Overbearing Little Husband

Mountain peaks stretched endlessly into the clouds, and now and then, cries from unknown animals rang out from the woods. The dense forest was layered with branches and leaves. Golden sunlight slipped through the few gaps in the canopy and fell across the narrow path, glittering as it reflected off the green grass, like tiny golden sprites dancing on the tender green blades. A melodious tune drifted from the entrance to the forest. Its crisp, pleasant notes sounded like an oriole singing from a secluded valley, and its graceful, gentle melody was like phoenixes singing in harmony. The music grew closer. That ethereal tune was coming from a dark-colored instrument about the size of a goose egg...