The flute music played by Bai Lan is not a simple melody note.

What she plays is loneliness, loneliness.

It is despair, and it is the sadness of unwillingness to follow.

It is a barren desert, a dead mountain and sea.

It is a figure walking alone between heaven and earth.

Is the last clan.

In the center of the faraway pit, the ancient man in linen clothed with a wood chopping axe stared blankly at the direction where the flute came from.

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