As Jiang Dali's voice had just fallen, Murong Qingqing had already opened the zither case and plucked three strings.
The uninvited guest outside had only just endured a zither sound, feeling stifled, when suddenly three more sound waves attacked, too fast to react. With Qi-Blood boiling, they couldn't spare a moment to think and immediately tumbled down from the roof tiles, landing beside the courtyard well below, avoiding the successive onslaught.
However, after waiting for three breaths, there was no further attack.
Thinking about what Jiang Dali had just said, the person slightly relaxed, exclaiming inwardly at the prowess, never had they imagined that this inconspicuous Sect Leader of the Sky Zither Sect, following beside the Black Wind Village Chief, would be so formidable.
They then cupped their hands and amiably smiled towards the direction of the house.
