Chapter 4 The moon is cold and the song is remnant, and I almost forget the dark and bright path
Compared with the previous wisps of flute sound, this mournful chant was old, but it still seemed full of energy when it came from afar. It's just that even though the voice is much louder, a little bit of loneliness and anger is overflowing, and with the dark night in the field around him, it makes Xingyan feel cloudy and ghostly.
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