This is truly a masterpiece among zithers.
What a pity, this shattering!
But look at that beautiful woman, the resolve with which she smashes the zither, the firmness in her brows and eyes.
What pity can there be?
When the world knows no true listener, smash the zither strings.
With this mournful sound, awaken Zhi Wen!
The phantom of the Knowledge and Hearing Bell wrapped within the heart of the fist seemed to ring once more. Yet it was still firmly suppressed.
The Knowledge and Hearing Bell was originally the supreme treasure of Mount Sumeru; though it had been enshrined on Ancient Nan Mountain for tens of millions of years, the monastics of Mount Sumeru were far too familiar with this bell, and possessed far too many ways to respond.
That enormous golden fist was not halted for even a single breath by the bell's sound.
Majestic as a mountain covering the heavens.
Crack!
The illusory head of Zhu Yi seemed to be pressed down a full inch as if it were real.
