Qhianqhian stood outside the memorial hall, watching the stream of mourners come and go, clutching the Water Spirit Flute tightly.
She glanced at Xiao Rou beside her and nodded, then lifted the Water Spirit Flute, letting its mournful melody flow from her mouth, filled with sadness, and suddenly shifting to depict a battlefield, as if the clashing of swords and horses, the Old General swallowing mountains and rivers to conquer the world, unfolded before their eyes.
And with a cry, the battle ended, leaving a desolate scene, all broken lands in sight, the flute sounded Xiaooxiaoo.
Then the scenery opened up, the cycles of spring and autumn passed, all things revived, bringing new hope.
With the last note falling, Qhianqhian removed the Jade Flute from her lips and bowed three times tearfully towards the crowd and left.
As the tune ended, many were left in a trance, the lingering notes remained, bringing quite a few seasoned old soldiers to tears.
