As for Ju Yunxiu's music alone, its effects had already become clear: it could restrict and weaken Zuo Qingtian to a certain extent, but it was difficult for it to cause any substantial harm. At most, it counted as support. And that was only because Zuo Qingtian had yet to decipher these new Dao paths; once he was given time, its effects would most likely grow weaker and weaker.
So there was little point in her playing by herself anymore.
As for Qin Yi's flute alone, he couldn't play for shit. At its core, he merely used it as a medium to release spells, making it explode with rather brutal force. If he wanted to use that to strike Zuo Qingtian through the mountain, he might as well just stab him with a stick.
Yet when these two came together, the effect was entirely different.
There was sufficient power, sufficient profundity, fused into one.
This Qin and Di Harmony had produced an effect they had never anticipated beforehand... Who knew what state Zuo Qingtian was in now? Would he cough up blood...
Yet at this moment, Ju Yunxiu and Qin Yi no longer seemed to have their minds solely on suppressing Zuo Qingtian.
Because they both discovered that once the music entered this painted realm... something more appeared within it.
There was sound.
And within that sound came the harmony of qin and se, the longing between man and woman, flowers before them and moonlight above, tender feelings winding endlessly on.
An incomparably profound sensation surged within both their hearts, one that words could scarcely describe even a fraction of.
In the distance, Liusu and the dog, who had originally been trying to peep at women quarrelling, found the anticipation on their faces shifting into surprise.
Liusu spread her thumb