Mourning and melancholic strains of music wafted from within the fog-enshrouded Martial Virtue Hall.
Having just arrived outside the Martial Virtue Hall, Li Muyang and his companion stopped in their tracks.
Li Muyang frowned, tilting his head up to look at the Martial Virtue Hall ahead, unable to discern the nature of the qin music.
Yet, he could vaguely sense a thread of desolation and sorrow echoing within the music.
The young girl Nie Yubing by Li Muyang's side, truly a miss from a noble family, was momentarily taken aback, recognizing the tune.
"...It's Consort Duan's 'Xiao Shan Yue'."
Seeing Li Muyang's puzzled expression, the young girl quietly explained.
"Consort Duan is widely known as a great talent, unparalleled in both qin and painting, her literary grace surpassing both ancient and modern times."