Dao Sect, mountain peak.
Inside the pavilion, Lu Yunxiao gently stroked the strings with both hands, his fingertips plucking out a beautiful melody.
Ying Huanhuan wore red, resting her cheek on one hand. In her moist, shimmering eyes was reflected that ethereal, immortal-like figure.
Unconsciously, the corners of her lips curved upward.
The man before her was so perfect it was astonishing. He made her beloved heart stir, leaving her intoxicated and unable to break free.
Dong!
With the final note played, Lu Yunxiao brought the piece to a close.
After several days of study, he was already able to play complete pieces on his own.
Aside from Ying Huanhuan's instruction, this naturally also came down to his powerful learning ability.
Soul Power above the Emperor Realm was not merely for show.
In just a few days, he had completely drained Ying Huanhuan dry. Whatever she knew, he had nearly learned in its entirety.
His terrifying learning ability made Ying Huanhuan, who had taught him, repeatedly call him a monster.
"You played very well. You're already no worse than me. You really are a freak."
Ying Huanhuan gave him a thumbs-up from the side, undisguised admiration hanging on her pretty face.
Lu Yunxiao smiled faintly, his bearing calm and his expression composed.
He removed his hands from the strings and instinctively reached for the teapot beside him.
But Ying Huanhuan beat him to it, poured him a cup of tea, and smilingly pushed it before him.
Lu Yunxiao was slightly taken aback. Then he accepted the cup and gently took a sip.
"Starting tomorrow, I won't need to come teach you the zither anymore."
Ying Huanhuan sighed softly, unable to tell whether she felt relieved, conflicted, or reluctant.
Sometimes, when a student learned too quickly, it truly was a blow