"Zhao'er," as the song ended, the sound of the zither in the small courtyard suddenly stopped, for a string had snapped.
You sighed softly and, across the not-too-high stone wall, spoke to someone in the courtyard, "Sorry for the disturbance, please forgive me."
Having said that, you quickly turned and left.
When you returned home, you found the atmosphere unusually tense; Luo Cheng and Luo Xin were sitting in the hall, Luo Cheng's face more solemn than ever, while Luo Xin also looked sullen.
"Father, brother, what's wrong?"
"Qin Kingdom and The Great Han have both sent troops against us; three of our border states have already fallen! Damn it!" Luo Xin slammed his hand on the coffee table angrily, "Even more infuriating is that all the Immortal Sects have simultaneously issued an order forbidding anyone who has broken through 'The Third Level of Martial Arts' from participating in the war. Otherwise, they will be treated as a common enemy of all the Immortal Sects."