At Heaven’s Gate Peak, the exquisite, mellifluous notes of a qin drifted elegantly, like a babbling brook flowing by one’s ears. It was ethereal and light, as if floating amidst soft clouds. An indescribable sense of comfort permeated every meridian.0

Lu Yang lay lazily in the grass, hands behind his head, and a blade of foxtail grass between his teeth. Listening to Gan Tian’s qin melody, he felt the fatigue from his trip to Chunjiang City nearly vanish. While listening, he picked a lotus seed from a plate and tossed it into his mouth.0

A connoisseur would recognize these as lotus seeds from the Twin Lotus Flower. The Twins River’s surface was covered with them, and Lu Yang had picked several lotus seed heads before leaving.0

Gan Tian was truly a cultivator proficient in music. Lu Yang had no expertise in this area and couldn’t distinguish the five notes of the Chinese...0