The contract broke, but he did not die.
Upon hearing Qi Yan mention Feng Xian, Feng Xiao remained silent for a long time without saying a word.
Unable to contain her emotions, Fenxin's eyes welled up with tears as she walked up to Qiyan and said, "Master, Fenxin has finally met you!"
The silver-haired man turned his head, looked at the girl in the white dress, and squinted his eyes in confusion.
"Who are you?"
Burning Heart: "..."
She fought back tears, embraced the original body, and said, "It's me, Master, I am the Shattered Jade Burning Heart Zither."
Qi Yan reacted for a moment, as if suddenly realizing something, and said, "So it was you. You've actually become a spirit. That's quite impressive."
Hearing this praise, the tears that Fenxin had been holding back finally streamed down her face.
For thousands of years after Qi Yan was sealed away, the spirit of the jade zither, shrouded in dust, remained in a state of confusion. Only the lingering strains of "Phoenix Seeking its Mate" accompanied her. In the music, she vaguely developed intelligence and, step by step, emerged from the cold jade zither, transforming into a spirit of the instrument. She drifted in the ownerless mortal world, only to find the person who played the zither with true feelings and to play "Phoenix Seeking its Mate" once more.
With a sob in her voice, Fenxin asked, "Master, could you please play that piece again..."
She pleaded humbly, her eyes revealing deep longing.
Qi Yan lowered her purple eyes slightly and said, "I'm a little tired, so I'll stop playing."
Fenxin also realized that Fengxian was dead, and he was afraid that Qiyan would never play "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" again in his life.
An overwhelming sorrow welled up in my heart, burning with grief and leaving me feeling utterly hopeless.
"Don't cry. Burning Heart isn't a good name. How about we change it to Happy Heart? Hmm?" Qi Yan smiled.
Overwhelmed with grief, Burning Heart suddenly choked, "This...this..."
The three people watching the deep affection between master and servant remained silent.
Qi Yu stroked his chin, looking at Qi Yan who was handing the handkerchief to Fen Xin with an ambiguous expression.
He was calm, neither as Burning Heart claimed, wanting to destroy the world, nor as Qi Yu described, heartbroken and ready to die.
So this demon god's emotions are actually quite stable?
Has he already accepted the fact that Feng Xian is dead, or does he actually know...?
Is there a way to revive Feng Xian?
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