Chapter 439
Chapter 439 The Death of a Robust Man
The melody was crisp, akin to the gentle fall of pearls on a jade plate, serene and ethereal, as if sounds from beyond the heavens were cleansing the soul. Ning Yuxi stood on the cliff in her ethereal white robes. Moonlight graced her pale, beautiful cheeks, her demeanor as profound as the heavens and the earth themselves. Lin Wanrong stood close to her, listening to her soft singing and felt a sudden surge of tranquility. Listening to this celestial music amid soaring clouds was perhaps the happiest moment of his life. In that instant, the clamor of the mundane world seemed to have distanced itself from him.
As the melody came to an end, Ning Yuxi was thoroughly absorbed in the splendid ambiance she had created. A light mist appeared in her eyes as she stood silently, serene in her countenance.
"Beautifully sung, beautifully sung," a playful voice chimed in beside her. "I never knew that even a fairy like you would sing ballads. I haven't heard any in a long while. The last I heard was in Jinling, the song was either 'Seventeen Touches' or 'Nineteen Touches.' I've read so much lately that I've forgotten."
"It’s 'Eighteen Touches,'" Ning Yuxi, still engrossed in the celestial atmosphere she had created, vaguely heard him and casually replied.
"Ah yes, 'Eighteen Touches,'" Lin Wanrong chuckled. "I never knew that the tune was so famous, even you remember it clearly. I wonder if you would grace us with a few verses."
Realizing the impropriety of her own words, Ning Yuxi hurriedly let out an internal curse, a tinge of blush spreading across her cheeks. Lin San's casual comment had shattered the serene atmosphere, as if she had fallen from a celestial realm back into the worldly dust. The feeling infuriated her.
"If you speak again, I will cut off your tongue," Ning Yuxi glared at him, infuriated.
"Even without a tongue, I would speak," Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed. "This mountain peak is so high and cold, perpetually shrouded in mist. Apart from us, there’s not even a shadow to be found. Asking me not to speak is like asking me to jump off this cliff."