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At the peak of the Qinglan Sect, Mount Taicang.
In a secluded pavilion within the mountains.
The melodious sounds of the zither resounded, continuous and unending—at times rushing like a cascading waterfall, at others clear and crisp like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, then again soft and mournful as if weeping and pleading, deeply stirring the emotions of any listener.
Upon closer observation.
Every note that vibrated in the void stirred up terr ...
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