“If you don’t show your true body, you should be careful because I will cut you.” Li Qiye hugged his ancient zither, and revealed a comfortable smile.

“Hahahaha…” The monster sinisterly laughed. The sound was hard to hear and deafening to the ears, causing others to shiver: “You will never be able to kill me! No one can kill me!”

“Is that so? Wait until I dig up the Yearning Lunar Peak beneath the bones of the dead; can you say no one could kill you then?!”

“Bang… Bang… Bang…” After hearing Li Qiye’s words, the monster was frightened and retreated to the back.

“Show me your true body now; don’t pretend to be Gods and Devils in front of me.” Li Qiye sat in a meditative posture on the floor, staring at the monster. He gently wiped the dust off his ancient zither.

“Zheng… Zheng… Zheng…” The zither started to play again. It was as smooth as the flow of water, it flowed inside the Ghost Pavilion. From the flow of the zither came the harmony of the melodic patterns, soft and smooth.

Inside the zither tunes, it was as if others could see that inside the blue mountain over yonder was a small bridge to cross the river. Through that, there would be a courtyard filled with the chickens’ crows in the morning; a small and...