"What's this old man trying to do? Show off his small pipa?"
"Who knows? Let's just watch. It's just a cutscene unfolding, anyway."
"Say what you will, but those Brocade Guard uniforms look amazing."
"Are your priorities a bit skewed?"
"..."
The players watched, discussing amongst themselves, unsure of what would happen next.
However, Zhou Yuntong was already a step too late to stop it.
Old Man Wang raised a hand, his long, graying fingernails gently sweeping across the strings of the small pipa.
"TWANG—!"
A piercing sound erupted from the small pipa.
Though the instrument looked small and delicate, the sound it produced was deeply unsettling. Even their Internal Energy began to roil erratically.
"Stop it!" Zhou Yuntong hurriedly covered his ears and shouted.
