Moonlight

"That’s right. I’m the dark musician who’s become a bit famous in recent days."

Claude’s vision went black. As if he had fallen into icy waters, he almost passed out from the shock.

The only thing more terrifying than death was wishing one was dead. Most of those who fell into the hands of dark musicians would alternate between these two experiences. The torture of being alive, but worse than death, was the despair of wishing to be dead but unable to die!

"You and the Professor weren’t actually fighting!" Claude muttered in despair, finally seeing the light. "You’re working together."

"Don’t make wild guesses if you’re not smart enough. I just passed by and pushed you further into the ditch." Ye Qingxuan shrugged. "I mean, you all want to jump in and can’t be stopped. I can’t let the Professor get all the good stuff, right?"

"You!"