Following the Seven Demon Zither played by Jin Cheon-hee, Sama Hyeon's sound art began. It was a song Jin Cheon-hee had taught him beforehand. A grand sound that could never come from strings spread through the air— “Whoo.”
Sama Hyeon sang with an expression as if he had lost his soul. It was an old song that held the sorrow of a boy who had lost his mother. At one time, it had been so famous among people Jin Cheon-hee's age that it was called a national song, but who knew what things were like now?
‘Do kids these days know it? Or even if they don't know the cartoon, do they at least remember the song……?’
Sometimes, even after everyone who watched the work disappeared, didn't the song itself sometimes survive and get passed down to the next generation? That was exactly what was happening now. The young warrior Sama Hyeon had learned the song and was performing it as sound art!
‘Ugh, originally, I changed the lyrics to ask Jianghu customers to make good use of our services. And now I'm using it here.’
He had once announced it as the Cloud Dragon Escort Agency's promotional song. It had been a strict, solemn, serious occasion. Naturally, all the most influential figures of Jiangsu Province had gathered and taken their seats.