Dugu Yan wore a white brocade robe, with silver sword patterns embroidered on the robe's hem, shimmering with a cold light under the sunlight.
He held a peculiar bone flute in his hand, gently playing it.
The flute's sound was sharp and piercing, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves during a cold night.
Under the guidance of the flute sound, a group of swordfish swiftly surged from the deep sea.
These swordfish had bodies long and slender like a sword, each as thick as an arm, with streamlined bodies resembling meticulously forged sharp blades.
Their scales were dense and hard, glistening with a frigid light, as if covered in an indestructible armor, reflecting glittering wave patterns in the sunlight and seawater.
