Jiang Xiao moved as swiftly as the wind, each step steady and quick, as if he feared disturbing the night's tranquility.
Passing low tombstones, his gaze remained firmly fixed on the path guided by desolate cries.
The target was now within close reach, the intermittent singing concealed countless sorrows, as if mingling with faint, sporadic sobs.
Finally, under a willow tree broken in half, Jiang Xiao spotted a blurry figure.
It was a trembling girl sitting there, her face against the tree trunk, red tears like willow strands falling, her fingertips grazing the ancient wood, leaving behind a series of irregular yet poignant notes.
Hiss!
As soon as he approached, Jiang Xiao felt a bone-chilling force invading his brain...
Fortunately, his mind was abstract.
He maintained his strength, as the breeze brushed against the hill; it couldn't harm him at all.
The girl seemed unaware of Jiang Xiao's arrival, perhaps too engulfed in her own whirlpool of emotions to care about others.
