"It is indeed quite strange." Yang Ruxin took a deep breath, "If someone controlled the mind, but controlling it for ten years, thatâs just too..."
"What should we do then?"
"Hehe." Yang Ruxin chuckled, "What do you mean what to do? Anyway, soldiers come, weâll use generals to counter them; water comes, weâll use earth to cover it. If you want to know whatâs going on, just wait and see."
"Makes sense." Yu Qingge pondered for a moment and then nodded.
Somewhere in the backyard of the Tang Sect.
"Young Master." Tang Kun clasped his hands and bowed to Song San.
"Do you think theyâll believe you?" Song San raised his eyes.
Tang Kun smirked slightly, "Though theyâre half-believing and half-doubting, at least they wonât act rashly for now."
Song San smiled, "But next, I still need to give you a little push."
Darkness quickly enveloped the scene, as the red lanterns in the Tang Sect swayed in the night wind. In the distance, Mount Shushan lay quietly, like a gigantic monster ready to devour everything at any moment.
Yang Ruxin and Yu Qingge lay on the bed chatting idly. Mostly it was Yu Qingge talking; she didnât have clear memories, yet, when she arrived at this place where the body was born and raised, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, sporadically recalling fragments.
"Why wonât she let me have the full memory of this body all at once so I could clearly know what happened back then?" Yu Qingge sighed, "Unfortunately, she just wonât let me know; occasionally, bits and pieces pop into my head."
"Hehe, donât dwell on it." Yang Ruxin smiled, "It doesnât matter. Even if you knew whatâs going on in the Tang Sect, itâs all a chaotic mess you couldnât resolve anyway."
"True." Yu Qingge nodded, "Letâs go to sleep now; who knows what that Tang Kun will pull off tomorrow."
Yang Ruxin tugged at the blanket and closed her eyes.
It was uncertain how much time had passed when suddenly a fluteâs melody was heard. The sound was melodious and enchanting, captivating the soul.
Yang Ruxin listened for a moment, then abruptly opened her eyes. Something was off with the flute sound. Turning to look at Yu Qingge, she found that, though the girl was asleep, her face appeared somewhat strange.
"Qingge." Yang Ruxin raised her hand to pat Yu Qinggeâs face.
"Sis, whatâs wrong?" Yu Qingge jolted awake and sat up.
"Thereâs something wrong with the flute sound." Yang Ruxin got out of bed, "Keep this medicine pill in your mouth, let Xuxu accompany you and stay here while I go check things out."
"I..."
"Going out wonât help, youâd just be a burden." Yang Ruxin had already opened the door, called Xuxu in, and was about to leave when she remembered something and tossed the gold over. "Keeping yourself safe is already helping."
"Okay." Yu Qingge wrapped the gold around her wrist, "Donât worry, Iâll be fine."
Outside, Yang Ruxin found Gu Qingheng and others had also come out. The two exchanged a glance and then pursued in the direction the flute sound was coming from.
The flute sound wasnât far, just on the hillside behind the Tang Sect. A person cloaked in a black robe stood there, slowly playing the flute.
At the feet of the black-clad person, another person lay, painfully twisting and even letting out low, animalistic growls.
"Sky Demon Sound." Ming Guang suddenly said, and before everyone could react, he flew towards the black-clad person playing the flute.