The sound of the zither was clear and melodious.
Yang Yao didn't understand music theory, but listening to the zither again left him somewhat entranced.
When he first heard Shiying play the zither, his initial thought was that the instrument was broken, as it could only produce a dull and muted sound. However, since he was not well-versed in the matter, he kept silent.
But the zither was still the same; the player was still the same person. How could Shiying, at different moments, play the same piece of music and give the listeners entirely distinct impressions?
The sound of the zither was continuous, clear, and bright.
The person before the zither was focused and confident.
Wanyan Zonghan had long forgotten about his wine. After listening for a while, he couldn't help but glance at Wanyan Xiyin, noticing his astonishment.
For the Central Plains, Shangjing was considered a wild place, but Shangjing actually had quite a few masters of musical rhythm.
