"Hmm?" The Tuning Master slightly raised his gaze, turned his head, and looked at the youth behind him, covered in wounds.
He Ao's state was not good, but he was not dead.
At this moment, He Ao floated beside him, smiling as he gazed at him.
But the Tuning Master's expression soon calmed, and he raised his hand, "It's just killing you once more."
However, the scene of piano strings falling from the sky did not occur; the radiance shone, and the world pierced by strings was restoring at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this instant, the Tuning Master's body flickered violently, creating distance between himself and He Ao.
Then he raised his hand, trying once again to grasp the void.
Ding—
From the depths of the world, a faint sound of a piano string being plucked echoed.
In the surrounding void, a certain kind of string vaguely spread out.
But soon, these strings rapidly faded to nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye, ultimately disappearing into the void.
