"No, no!"
Ji Ruxue screamed frantically as she was dragged aside, and soon five black-clad women appeared with a black zither in their hands.
Xiao Yifeng sat cross-legged in the center of the Training Ground, while everyone from Tianyin Sect retreated to both sides.
The five black-clad women sat in a circle around Xiao Yifeng, placing the black zithers on their laps, their faces expressionless.
Zheng!
As the first black-clad woman plucked the zither strings, a unique melody immediately sounded, followed by the other four women strumming their strings.
Gu Qingcheng and Ji Ruxue stood silently on either side, their eyes filled with immense worry, their faces taut.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The strings before the five women were then plucked in unison, sending waves of the unique melody toward Xiao Yifeng's ears, a sound imperceptible to outsiders, which seemed quite extraordinary.
Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng!
