Qin Wu, dressed in white, possessed unparalleled beauty. Simply standing there was like a beautiful painting, attracting everyone's attention.

For those who had just emerged from hell, Qin Wu was nothing short of salvation. He was undoubtedly a celestial being banished from heaven; it was his arrival that ended Sang Yu's atrocities and rescued them.

Therefore, everyone's expressions when looking at Qin Wu were a mixture of emotion, gratitude, longing, and yearning.

Qin Wu sat down, gently placed the guqin in his arms on his lap, and then slowly began to play.

The ethereal, dreamlike music seemed to come from the heavens, constantly cleansing everyone's soul. Qin Wu's figure also became ethereal amidst the music, appearing both real and illusory, like a dream.

Surrounded by the music, the people gradually forgot where they were, and all their worries and pain seemed to disappear.

Their expressions were calm and peaceful, as if they were having a sweet dream.

Gradually, everyone became immersed in the dream, and the expressions on their faces changed from the initial peacefulness to a ferocious and distorted look, like demons from hell.

The onlookers were initially confused. Wasn't Qin Wu in cahoots with the Little Witch? Although she really did look and have the air of an immortal, how could she possibly help these people?

As they themselves gradually became immersed in an endless nightmare, unable to wake up, they finally realized that a demon is a demon, no matter how friendly it looks, it is still an absolute demon.

The sound wave attack was invisible, and so was the mental energy mixed in with it. What's most speechless is that even knowing this, they didn't take advantage of the fact that Qin Wu hadn't started playing yet, but instead stayed here to watch the show, and now they've gotten themselves involved.

Now they finally understood the eerie smile on the little witch's face before she left; people really do die from their own stupidity.

Now, they are trapped in an endless dream, unable to escape even if they wanted to. The key point is, if this were a pleasant dream, it wouldn't be so bad, but the problem is that this is a nightmare.

It's the nightmare you least want to face in your life. When these terrifying things actually happen before your eyes, it's simply unbelievable.

Such a dream left no trace, which means that Qin Wu only had a few dozen dreams in a short period of time, dragging so many people into the abyss of nightmares. This requires an incredibly strong and precise control.

Qin Wu's spiritual power is among the best on Tianjian Peak, so the reason those around him were implicated was naturally due to misplaced anger. It's important to understand that sometimes watching a show comes at a price.

Even if Tianjian Peak appears harmless on the outside, it is essentially the same.

The people in this area were all implicated, and they were trapped in nightmares. Junior Sister should be satisfied now.

Of course, Qin Wu's music was still as pure and ethereal as before, like celestial music coming from the clouds.

As the music ended, Qin Wu slowly rose, his white robes dazzling like those of an immortal, holding an ancient zither in his arms, and drifted away.

After Master Zhang Hua regained consciousness, Tianjian Peak came back to life and appeared before everyone.

First came the confrontation between the senior disciple of Tianjian Peak and Leng Shuang, then Sang Yu fought fiercely, and finally, although Qin Wu did not make a move, this requiem had already become a nightmare for many people.

Sang Yu and Xiu Qiyu quickly returned to Tianjian Peak.

Master Zhang Hua and his three disciples were not in the main hall, but by the waterfall. They set up a table with the wine that Xiu Qiyu had just left behind, along with several dishes to go with the wine.

A waterfall not far away cascades down, plunging directly into a deep pool, stirring up countless tiny white fragments that look like shattered jade.

In the pool, several silvery-white fish fluttered their wings merrily.

"Master, I have brought the person back."

Zhang Hua nodded: "Then let's do it together."

"Thank you, Master."

"Qin Wu probably cleaned up your mess, didn't he?" Zhang Hua glanced at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu strained her neck: "Master, they are so despicable. They took advantage of his misfortune and attacked Xiu Qiyu together. Now his injuries have worsened. It's all their fault."

"Alright, alright, you've vented your anger. Don't cause them any more trouble in the future."

"Understood, Master." If they fall into her hands again, she will definitely make them pay. Sang Yu clenched her fists.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Qin Wu returned carrying the guqin in his arms.

"I am late, and I hope my master will forgive me."

"It's alright."

Thirty years have passed, and they have finally gathered together again. A complex light appeared in Zhang Huazhen's eyes.

"Master has been in seclusion for many years. Seeing that you are all well, he is very pleased."

"Disciple congratulates Master on emerging from seclusion."

"Good, good, good." Master Zhang Hua said "good" three times in a row. After drinking a cup with his disciples, everyone sat down again.

"Tianjian Peak remains the same as before."

"This is Master's favorite scenery, so we will naturally take good care of it."

Feiyue said with a smile.

“Master, you have been in seclusion for so long. I come here every day hoping to see you.”

"You must have drunk quite a bit, you little wine jar."

"Actually, it's alright, it's alright." Sang Yu stuck out her tongue guiltily. She had neglected her cultivation these past few years; she knew she couldn't hide this from her master. What should she do?

"I will check your swordsmanship skills tomorrow morning."

Sang Yu's face fell upon hearing this. What she feared most had come true. Pills! A hundred years ago, her skill was the worst. Now, a hundred years later, her skill was still the worst, and it was getting worse. She really didn't know how to face her master.

"Master, after you emerge from seclusion this time, you shouldn't be going into seclusion again, right?" This is what everyone is most concerned about.

"Don't worry, thirty years is more than enough time. I will spend the rest of my time teaching you swordsmanship at Tianjian Peak, or discussing swordsmanship with other fellow Daoists."

"Master, this is wonderful."

A hint of surprise flashed across the faces of the others as well.

Xiu Qiyu was also infected by this atmosphere. She wondered which continent her master had gone to, whether he had finished his spirit wine, and whether he would encounter people from the Ice Spirit Continent.

So much time has passed, and not a single message has come through.

"Xiu Qiyu, thank you for the wine. I'd like to toast you." Sang Yu stood up and walked to Xiu Qiyu.

"That's too much. I'm just passing on what I've learned. The person you should really thank isn't me."