At the peak of the towering solitary mountain. 0

Jiang Qingge and Mu Qingchen exchanged a smile. Each retrieved a musical instrument, nodded gently at Ling Feng, then began to play with a calm, unhurried rhythm. 0

Ling Feng sat cross-legged. Behind him, the illusion of the Mark of Brilliance rose slowly, radiating a milky-white glow that bathed his body in sacred light. 0

Mu Qingchen lightly pressed a few notes on his jade flute. A moment later, a graceful melody flowed out, the sound waves rippling like circles upon water. Within the melody lay his comprehension of the world's natural order. The realm of meaning extended far and deep, enthralling everyone present. It was as though they were about to lose themselves entirely in the sound of the flute. 0

The waves of sound reached Ling Feng's side, and the illusion behind him began...0