Chapter Thirty-Two: The Celestial Melody

Because no one expected Han Tianyue and his companions to return to Black Mountain, their journey went smoothly. Upon arriving at the manor once more, Fang Zhe deliberately played a melody of his "Harmony of Chords," for it was born from that night’s duet with the manor’s owner. Fang Zhe wished to tell her that he still remembered their performance together.

There was no echo within the manor, so the owner must still have no intention of meeting anyone. In the end, Fang Zhe recited, “If true feelings remain, this heart opens for you. The flute follows the heart’s knowing, the zither lingers with it,” as he followed his companions away.

They passed through the village, once again by the old man’s doorstep. They saw the old man, the young man, and many villagers who had returned home, watching Han Tianyue and his companions with smiles of joy.

“They’re back, finally back!” Han Tianyue and his friends were naturally glad for the elders of the village, for age brings a longing for children to stay nearby. “Grandfather, enjoy your twilight years!”

After leaving the village, it was not far to the borders of Black Mountain. The group gazed at the endless range of mountains, paused, and said, “Ahead lies a battle of life and death. Is everyone ready?”

Han Tianyue extended his fist.

Mao Xuanzi extended his fist.

Fang Zhe extended his fist.

Feng Shang extended his fist.

The four fists met, and together they shouted, “Black Mountain Demon, here we come!”

The air was slightly cool. Heading toward Black Mountain, Han Tianyue looked to the distant sky and thought, “Prince, don’t worry. I will return safely, and then come find you. Because my future is to become the true Emperor of Man!”

Night had fallen as they reached the foot of Black Mountain. They found a secluded spot and sat together in a circle.

“Tomorrow at this time we’ll reach the Black Mountain Demon’s lair. Let’s rest well tonight!” Han Tianyue calculated the distance; based on their pace, they would arrive at the lair before nightfall the next day.

Mao Xuanzi lay quietly on the ground, gazing at the sky. Besides his sister, Princess Mao, there was perhaps another person he couldn’t help but think of. “I don’t know what fate awaits us in the Black Mountain Demon’s lair. Boca, when will our feud end?”

Beside him, Han Tianyue thought only of the Prince and the Emperor of Man—nothing else mattered. “Prince, I’m coming. Emperor of Man, I am destined for that title!”

As for Feng Shang, his situation was a bit miserable. He had never been a man of many thoughts, but since meeting Qing Feng, only one idea remained: when could he escape her grasp? “A man should show spirit before a woman!” Yet Feng Shang had none when facing Qing Feng, for whenever he was with her, he was always fleeing for his life.

Fang Zhe once again played his zither. His feelings for Princess Mao had faded, and now it was that night’s duet that lingered in his mind. The music drifted away, carrying gentle longing—“Who are you, really?”

As Fang Zhe quietly reminisced about that moving flute melody, it returned once more, intertwining with the longing of his zither.

“What beautiful music, like the voice of heaven!” Feng Shang and Qing Feng exclaimed in awe.

Han Tianyue and Mao Xuanzi turned their gaze to the distant white figure. With their eyes following, the figure drifted silently across.

Han Tianyue wanted to give chase.

Fang Zhe stood and said, “She means no harm.”

The air was filled with Fang Zhe’s gentle longing, and once the flute fell silent, it was never heard again.

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