Sadly, Xu Mutian was utterly unaware of this and instead felt immensely exhilarated.
He suppressed his self-satisfaction, pinched his slender fingers together, and drew a jade flute from his waist. Then he extended both arms, held the flute in both hands, and placed the mouthpiece against his lips. Its red tassel swayed in the wind as he struck a deliberately carefree pose.
"Heir, Xu is dull of talent and unskilled in martial arts. I am only proficient in a single piece, Wild Geese Descend on Flat Sands. If the Heir remains unmoved upon hearing it, then I have lost."
As a Celestial master, Xu Mutian was being far too modest. If he was dull of talent and unskilled in martial arts, then there would be no one in the world blessed with outstanding talent and extraordinary skill.
Across from him, Li Xian gave no reply. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, one hand resting on his sheathed treasured sword. He resembled a lion sleeping soundly, majestic and imposing, carrying an air of towering grandeur and mountain-like stillness.
Xu Mutian hailed from the Mystic Flute Sect, a Daoist sect of Ganzhou. He had studied under its sect master and cultivated the Daoist supreme inner art, the Twelve Absolute Flute Techniques.
This art emphasized nourishing qi with sound, restoring spirit with qi, and guiding the soul with spirit. Through the turns and fluctuations of melody, it stirred true qi into coursing through the body and breaking through barriers, ultimately reaching the great realm where heavenly music coexisted with the world.
At that point, every gesture could stir sound waves, lock souls and shatter spirits, killing people a hundred li away without shadow or form, with peerless power.
Yet if that were all, then no matter how gifted Xu Mutian was, he could