The sound of a zither rang out. It felt like a song, but also a lament. It felt like longing, but also a story.0

Zi Yan was playing the zither atop a mountain peak, with Long Chen and Yue Xiaoqian standing beside her. The world had already started to brighten. This seemingly endless night would soon pass. And when the first glimmer of sunlight illuminated this world, it would mean that the new era was well and truly here.1

Thus, the three of them had no choice but to part ways once more.0

Long Chen and Zi Yan had already grasped their future paths. They needed to search for their own opportunities. As for Yue Xiaoqian, although she didn’t see her path as clearly as the other two, she had to return to the original devil race. Although the original devil race was well-hidden and it wasn’t likely that they would be disturbed, she still wanted...0