To the west of Wanjing City flows a wide river called the 'Li River'.
The evening wind whips up waves, lapping against the riverbank with a deafening roar. Ye Chen stands on the riverbed, a rushing current engulfing his feet.
He holds a small box in his left hand and scatters ashes into the river with his right, letting them drift away with the current.
"Come out, I've already spotted you. This aura doesn't lie."
No one responds, so he turns his head and says loudly, "Wang Anqi, the moment you entered Wanjing City, I sensed your presence. I didn't bother with you, yet you dared to follow me so closely?"
The sound of a flute suddenly rises, steady and soothing, its melody spreading to the riverbank, gradually calming the turbulent water. As the sound waves approach Ye Chen's back, the
