With a slight frown marring her features, Ye Qingtang tried searching for the singing voice with the Little White Tiger and Little Heavenly Demon.
But once Ye Qingtang was at the bottom of the iceberg, the joyful tune suddenly morphed into something twisted and dark.
All the joy was instantly replaced with sorrow and darkness.
The song was full of evil and made them feel as though they were breaking. They could hear notes of sadness intertwined with the melody.
Listening to the song, Ye Qingtang's mind buzzed and trembled, as though the sorrow from the song had been infused into her heart, twisting her soul bit by bit.
Black clouds covered the once cloudless sky as the song went on and the gentle blowing of the wind gradually became grating. The temperature around them seemed to keep dropping as well.
