DING DING DING.
Liu Xian began to play the Array Playing Zither in his hands. Melodious notes drifted from the Ten-stringed Zither, one after another.
"Oh?" Zeng Anmin and the Little Fatty Crown Prince were both taken aback. They subconsciously exchanged a glance.
"This kid isn't bad," they thought. "He plays quite well."
Liu Xian was now completely immersed in the musical world he was weaving. He closed his eyes in self-forgetfulness, his small hands fluttering across the zither like butterflies. Only the sound of his playing echoed through the room. Everyone quieted down.
Suddenly, the style of the melody shifted drastically!
The sharp hum of a sword rang out. Sitting in front of his own zither, Mr. Li sharply raised his head and looked toward Liu Xian. A trace of solemnity flickered in his eyes.
At that moment, Liu Xian seemed to have entered a highly profound and mysterious state. A pale cyan wave of Vast Energy seemed on the verge of spilling from his body.
However...
