A few minutes later, the sound of the acoustic guitar strumming quietly blossomed at her fingertips.
She began trying to find the feeling, looking up at the corner.
Wang Jixuan was leaning against the wall, clutching a communicator that had somehow appeared in his hand, busily typing away without paying attention to her.
Gao Huating let out a slight breath of relief, feeling much more at ease.
She cleared her throat and sang the song that needed to be recorded today, her voice accompanied by music reverberating in the small space.
Master Wang raised an eyebrow.
Her mental state was indeed much steadier;
How in the world did she accomplish this?
Gao Huating quickly got into the groove, her facial expressions reflecting joy and sorrow with the music.
Wang Jixuan seized the opportunity to disperse a trace of Spiritual Sense, carefully wrapping it around Gao Huating to meticulously feel and comprehend the inexplicable Daoist charm.
