Gu Yuqing froze, then a thought immediately struck her. Master? Can I still hear the sound of Master's Unrivaled Bell? Could it be that I didn't die?
The bell's sound varied—intermittent, at times hurried, at other times leisurely, like a beautiful and melodious piece of music. Gu Yuqing had never heard it before.
To still hear Master's Unrivaled Bell before death... Gu Yuqing harbored little regret. She recalled the illusion of Brother Wang she had seen. If only I could understand Brother Wang's voice...
As this thought crossed her mind, a deep voice, carrying a distinct emphasis, slowly began to speak:
"Is the technique alright?"
"..."
Like ripples spreading on water, the bell gave a single, crisp TINKLE, its vibration clear and distinct.
"Hmph... Little tricks..."
"But your jade feet tell a different story. Look how tense they are... Relax a bit, Sister..."
"Little Brother, it's just a pair of feet. What sensation do you think Sister could possibly have?"
"You..."
