"You remind me of a legendary figure I once read about in a book," Shenlian Yingyue said with a subtle smile.
Qing Luan was a musical fairy in the Heavenly Realm. she comprehended the silent language of life—the whisper of sprouting seeds, the symphony of crashing waves, the heartbeat of mountains and the sigh of dying stars. She understood nature's balance, the push and pull of creation and decay, the dance of light and shadow that wove through all realms.
Her music carried the weight of this wisdom. Every plucked string echoed with the birth of universes; every note held the melancholy of fading worlds. When she played, the melodies weren't just sound—they were the laughter of newborn gods, the tears of forgotten spirits, the war cries of ancient warriors, and the lullabies of eternal night.
To hear her play was to witness the universe confessing its secrets.
Her music flowed like a timeless river, each syllable carrying the weight of centuries lived and wisdom hard-won.