Zither Emperor Chapter 515 Chapter 161 I've Waited Too Long Too Long

515: Chapter 161 I’ve Waited Too Long, Too Long…

(Part 1)_1 515: Chapter 161 I’ve Waited Too Long, Too Long…

(Part 1)_1 Just then, a sorrowful tune rose up from behind,

“The lingering scent of incense, clouds swiftly passing without a trace, and the sounds of birds plaintively tweeting rest upon slender fingertips.

Gazing until the world’s edge fades from view, there lies the Haiyue Qinhui dyed with yearning, the indelible scenes within the heart, perhaps, there also lies an inch of sorrow not even drink can dissolve.

The bright moon’s gathered jade is heavy, as well, unawares filling one’s brows and heart with constant thoughts.

Tonight, the flute still remains.

Purple Jade Cold Flute, standing alone with its silhouette next to the Jade String Pearls, where are you now?

Transforming into the lonely starlight that adorns, as the waves fall and the melody ends, waiting by the zither under the moon.

Do you know, I have waited far too long…”

Woo——, a mournful flute sound, carrying a hint of fury and endless longing, tore through the sky, the sound of waiting far too long lingering for a long while.

It brought listeners to the verge of tears.

Qin Shang abruptly turned around, only to see Nina, who was softly playing the Purple Jade Flute, her face already drenched with tears.

In her eyes, there was no trace of coldness, only a deep affection as she gazed at him, filled with despair.

In that moment, Qin Shang felt an intense surge of emotion welling up, and in an instant, his eyes turned blood red.

Twenty-eight years—this woman had waited for him for a full twenty-eight years!

The time he thought could dilute everything had no effect on her whatsoever.

He feared that even in death she would never forget everything that had happened, forget all that he was.

An ancient zither quietly fell into Qin Shang’s embrace.

At this moment, he could no longer care about any reservations in his heart, the longing of twenty-eight years seemed to burst forth from the deepest recesses of his heart.

“Flowing Water flows serenely to the sky, entering the ears with the night’s purity.

Understanding the sentiments beneath the exquisite, a silent string’s sound rings out.

The clear melodies transform into poetry, narrating to you, listen closely.

A wish of the heart, karma not letting the zither and flute miss each other in this life, leaves behind the most beautiful musical fate, right here.

Approaching gently, carrying the zither you adore, tonight even more elegant.

Under the thousand miles of clear shine, cherishing the moon.

Playing a song sent from afar, so earnest, therein lies my firm heart.”

As the zither’s sound rang out, tears fell.

Although it wasn’t the binding Haiyue Qinhui Zither, at this moment, Qin Shang’s emotions within pletely erupted.

As the zither strings echoed through the air, he began to take difficult steps, moving toward Nina step by step.

Nina stood there waiting.

She suddenly realized she was afraid, afraid that Qin Shang would stop halfway through his approach.

As a Sixth Rank Sub-god rank powerhouse, her heart was filled with trepidation at that moment, those emotions accumulated over decades slowly seeping out.

Qin Shang’s steps shifted from difficulty to determination, from the initial slow pace to striding meteor-like.

The distance between the two was not far, and finally, when their two figures finally overlapped in the same place, twenty-eight years of pent-up feelings burst forth as the zither and flute in their hands vanished.

Two elderly people with full heads of white hair tightly, tightly embraced each other.

At this moment, there was no force in the world that could separate them.

At this moment, all interests, everything they carried in their hearts, were cast aside.

Between them, there was only each other, only each other…

It is often said that children are the bridge of love between a married couple.

Qin Shang and Nina didn’t have biological children, but Ye Yinzhu played such a role for them.

It was from the moment Ye Yinzhu arrived at the Milan Magic Martial Academy and met Nina that the long-dormant flame of love between these two elderly people was rekindled.

The long-awaited moment of reunion had finally arrived, and the outburst of emotions was uncontrollable.

Clinging tightly to one another, they seemed to fuse into one being at this moment.

The crowd that had been cheering around Ye Yinzhu gradually quieted down.

When the music of the Zither and the Jade Flute began to play, the eyes of everyone turned to the two elderly people.

Even among members of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, few knew of Nina and Qin Shang’s relationship.

Watching the two embrace in the music of the Zither and the Jade Flute, the most excited person was Ye Li.

Ye Li, of course, knew how lonely Qin Shang had been over the years.

If it weren’t for the fact that teaching Ye Yinzhu later occupied much of Qin Shang’s attention, he probably would have aged even more.

Decades of emotions were finally fulfilled at this moment.

Ye Li looked at his old friend, his old brother, with a heart full of blessings.

Without hesitation, Ye Li started clapping his hands.

Following him, the husband and wife duo Ye Zhong, and Lan Ruxue, joined the clapping one after another.

The clapping spread like ignited gunpowder.

Although most people didn’t understand why this was happening, more and more joined in.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Nina, who had just been an enemy but was now in Qin Shang’s embrace.

The sunlight in the sky became brighter.

For Qin City, it was like the current weather, all clouds of gloom had been swept away, leaving only the bright sunlight.

In the sky, a seven-colored radiance burst forth all at once.

Even in broad daylight, the firework-like colorful lights caused significant changes in the entire sky.

Huge waves of energy mixed with the dazzling seven-colored lights seemed to be blessing Qin Shang and Nina.

And all of this was caused by the seven Forbidden Curses that Phil Jackson had previously controlled to fly towards the sky.

Just then, a black silhouette dashed towards this direction from the south, as fast as lightning…

Seven days later.

The eight Sect Masters of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, the leaders of the Four Major Races of Qin City, as well as Ye Yinzhu’s parents, Haiyang and Nina, all stood quietly in a circle.

A sense of urgency spread among them as they all waited.

A full seven days had passed, yet Ye Yinzhu still remained in the same posture as when he fell from the sky, sitting cross-legged, his body charred.

Fortunately, there had been no weather changes during these seven days.

And they, had been silently guarding Ye Yinzhu all this time.

Even when it came to eating, they took turns, ensuring that at least six powerful figures were protecting Ye Yinzhu at all times.

Xiang Luan had left.

Under Nina’s orders, Marshall Martin’s men sent Xiang Luan back to Milan.

Her Milan Red Cross Shield Emblem was of no use in front of Nina.

When Nina saw Haiyang in the camp of the Eight Sects, she knew that her niece no longer had any chance of being with Ye Yinzhu.

After all, she was under greater restrictions than she had been before.

Allowing her feelings for Ye Yinzhu to deepen further would only cause more pain.

Better to have them pletely separated.

Better a short pain than a long one.

Having been through so much, Nina understood this better than anyone.

Among everyone present, the only one who wasn’t anxious was probably Zi, as he was the only one who could truly sense Ye Yinzhu’s condition at the moment.

Although Ye Yinzhu appeared to be feebly breathing on the surface, Zi could fully feel that Ye Yinzhu’s life force was increasing rapidly each day, and the energy within his body not only hadn’t diminished but had bee even more intense.

It was also because of Zi’s assurance that these powerful figures surrounding Ye Yinzhu hadn’t attempted to treat him.

“It’s been seven days, why hasn’t Yinzhu woken up?” Seven days had passed, and Haiyang had clearly lost weight, her voice hoarse with anxiety as she looked at Ye Yinzhu.

She didn’t have the constitution of a samurai; she hardly rested, let alone ate or drank, over these seven days.

“Haiyang, calm down.

I can feel it, Yinzhu is about to wake up.

Don’t worry,” Zi’s deep voice resounded in Haiyang’s ears.

“But it’s been seven days, Zi, is Yinzhu really okay?” Haiyang naturally knew how important Zi was to Yinzhu.

Under normal circumstances, she would never express such doubts to Zi, but as the saying goes, concern leads to confusion, and Yinzhu’s prolonged unconsciousness had thrown her into plete disarray.

At that moment, a glint flashed in Zi’s eyes, and he exclaimed in a low voice, “He’s broken through.”

In an instant, Ye Yinzhu’s body trembled slightly, and then an extraordinary scene unfolded: the scorched hair on his head began to fall off, and cracks appeared on the charred skin of his face.

From the cracks in the carbonized shell that had settled on his body, threads of purple light gradually seeped through.

Seeing this, everyone present felt their hearts rise to their throats.

At first, this process was very slow, but as the purple light grew increasingly intense, the sound of the carbon shell breaking became almost clearly audible, and chunks of black char started peeling away from Ye Yinzhu’s body, looking alarmingly peculiar.

Simultaneously, Ye Yinzhu’s bones began making a series of grating, cringe-inducing crackling noises, as if they were rubbing against each other.

Influenced by the changes in Ye Yinzhu’s body, Zi also began to experience transformations.

A plume of purple mist burst forth from Zi, enveloping him entirely.

Zi seemed to revel in this process; with a low growl, he immediately sat down cross-legged on the ground, absorbing the benefits from Ye Yinzhu’s breakthrough through a spiritual connection.

Finally, the char on his face had pletely peeled off, and Ye Yinzhu’s handsome visage reemerged.

His skin seemed even more radiant than before, glowing with a healthy pink sheen, and his entire body was surrounded by a layer of purple halo, its glow noticeably deeper than before.

Those who had been waiting for a long time finally let out a sigh of relief; they knew that after seven days, Ye Yinzhu, who had been severely injured, had finally recovered.

“Yinzhu.” A somewhat crisp call came from among the people, as a petite figure quickly appeared at his side, looking at Ye Yinzhu with concern.

“Sura, don’t disturb him,” Haiyang hurriedly stepped forward and made a silencing gesture to Sura.(To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit .

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