At this moment, a melodious song unexpectedly echoed all around. The song was like a sound from heaven, ethereal and exquisite, coming from every direction, as if the entire world was harmonizing with it.
Sometimes the song was high and stirring, like the howling wind atop a high mountain; other times it was low and winding, resembling a babbling stream in a deep valley.
Qi Meizhen couldn't help but softly say, "Could this be the legendary song of the Dong people?" Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression grave, his eyes revealing vigilance, fully aware that behind this beautiful song might lurk an unimaginable great danger.
And Bai Zhi just stood there quietly, gazing at them coldly, like an icy statue.
Her eyes held no fear, only determination and resolve, as if awaiting the outbreak of a fierce battle.
This fierce battle was undoubtedly unavoidable; they were already prepared to fight.
