Not only him, but also several martial cultivators responsible for steering the ship had pale faces.
During their ten days heading north to the Formless Divine Mountain, they had already suffered greatly at the hands of Shui Ruge.
What made it frustrating was that on this ship, they had nowhere to hide and nothing to escape to.
Shui Ruge chuckled: "Relax, I just had a burst of inspiration and came up with a melody for the zither. It will surely be enjoyable. To live in the same era as such unparalleled Heavenly Pride, it's both a misfortune and a blessing for me, Shui Ruge. I must play a tune to express my emotions."
The elegant scribe's face turned even darker.
He thought, you're someone who can't even accurately discern the five tones, and you claim to have composed a zither melody? Isn't that just laughable?
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Meanwhile, in Dao Yi Hall of the Formless Divine Mountain, Li Changsheng sat in his chair lost in thought.
"The Cloud Sea Immortal Palace is a must-visit!"
