Her voice was melodic yet piercing, like silk tearing and brocade splitting, gripping people's hearts.
The sound of the lute intertwined with her voice blasted in the eardrums, as if a hand was forcibly tearing through the last shred of sanity in everyone's hearts, snapping the final thread of their defenses, and finally, completely satisfied, their whole beings followed her into this brand-new world.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Senior Sister!"
"Sect! Sect!"
...
The slender figure on stage stood tall and straight, seemingly frail but exuding an imposing aura, the lute's rippling sound hurried and dense, finger rolls resonating, dazzling the audience: "In the youth of Tang Sect, the moonlight dims; below the mortal realm, candlelight bright.
Silently reciting Yellow Sect's few scrolls, cultivating to open the twelve floors of Jade Tower."
