Faraway Wanderers

Chapter 8. Moonshade

The sound made by the zither was incredibly thin, like a binding spider welcoming from every direction, carrying deadly treacherous
intentions.

Gu Xiang also felt the insides of her body
churning at the sound, but she was quick to assess the situation, immediately forcing herself
to calm down.

Wen Kexing who was just sleeping on the bed moments before had already woken, standing by the window silently. Moonlight veiled over his face,softening his features. His eyes didn’t blink, staring pointedly at somewhere in the dark.

His shadow stretched long behind him. He
remained unmoved, expressions flitting between blankness and mirth, creating the image of a
detached but mystifying stone statue. Under the cover of the night, his dangerous aura was set
free without restraint.

He looked like a ghost empty of human
emotions.

Gu Xiang was smart enough to cover her ears the moment she sensed something abnormal, trying her best to block the sound coming from outside.
She sat up straight, finally getting rid of the nausea after minutes of meditation.

Wen Kexing’s slender fingers brushed over the window bars, letting out allow laugh, “They even recruited “Enchanted Song” Qin Song… this would definitely cost a fortune. Makes one
question who they want to deal with.”

In a flash, he heard something dashing through the air — the sound was thick, barely
recognizable, like it came from the strings of an
old andun used instrument. There was also
another person flinging tiny rocks into the
endless night sky.

There was almost no sound to the flying objects, but those elusive rocks managed to cut off the never-ending zither’s song in such a subtle way; not unlike how one threw a stone into the water, instantly creating ripples that spread to places
no one could see or catch.

As expected, the song halted.

Wen Kexing leaned on the window to listen
attentively, his eyes closed. Thecorner of his lips lifted into a smile.

The zither resounded again all of a sudden, the strength carried in the songrivaling floods and giant beasts. Its user seemedto have resorted to thekilling move.

Practically at the same time, an ear-piercing noise wasunleashed from the room next door. It seemed to come from a flute, butnormally flutes would never make sounds that sharp, so sharp to the point itfelt like they could tear something apart.

A battle broke out between the intense flute and the demonic zither withimplausible reflex from both sides.

The zither strings split in a blink of an eye.

The world was plunged into silence afterwards.

Wen Kexing still stood where he was, shaking his head and mumbling, “Our predecessors have never been wrong; it’s inevitable for a swordsmanto die by a sword.”

Gu Xiang let out an exhale after everything had passed, wiping the coldsweat on her forehead. “Say, Master, is that Qin… Qin something dead?”

Wen Kexing’s voice was gentle, “Even if he’s still alive, all of his meridianshave been broken; he’s useless now. Death would be a happier fate for
him.”

He suddenly pushed open the window, speaking to Gu Xiang with an evenlower voice than before, as if not wanting to disturb something,

“Listen,Ah-Xiang, life will always be fascinating. If you want something, be prepared to pay for its price. Using a zither to kill people is surely fun, butyou have to watch out for the ones that can bite back.”