"Want to leave? It won't be that easy. Beiming Yu, things have come to this point. Even if a heavenly immortal came, they might not be able to save you. You should just surrender. Hand over the ancient zither in your hand, and I might not make things difficult for you."
Dugu Qiubai's feet moved like the wind, with a whoosh, he chased after Beiming Yu, soaring into the sky.
"Hmph, old ghost, do you really think you're something special? You didn't die years ago. Today is your death day, I'll even help arrange your funeral."
Buzzing... Reaching the top of the stone sculpture, Beiming Yu bent her legs, positioning the Heavenly Touching Zither between them, the ten slender, fair fingers playing rapidly on the zither like a Spiritual Snake.
"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..."
With the strumming of the strings, layers of invisible sound energy instantly gathered around Beiming Yu as the center. Each sound of the string was like a sharp, icy blade wandering through the void.
