Mo Liancheng, whose Qinggong was unmatched, could tread on floating weeds on the surface of the water as if walking on firm land.
What more, on tree branches?
Regrettably, by this time, he had already sustained numerous injuries, and his hidden weapons were all depleted!
The only weapon left—the silver chain—had also broken, losing half its length.
Truly, he was on the brink of an ultimate predicament…
"Tan'er, do you see? Is the world large?"
"Very large, boundless..."
"Yet, no matter how vast the world, in my eyes, I only see you." His hoarse voice delivered such a light phrase so movingly, yet so openly and upright.
"Hmm..." She was moved to a gentle smile with downcast eyes and softly said, "...I feel the same. Today, I'll play a song for you, how about that?"
"Good..."
Mo Liancheng responded lightly, his ethereal voice still as gentle as water.
The next second, the sound of an ancient and distant xiao began to rise!