Chapter 1020: Rainbow Skirt Feather Dress Dance and Sword Dance
In front of such a crowd, Lu Zheng could hardly summon a Five Thunders Strike or cast an Illusion Art over everyone and scare them out of their wits.
Even if he planted Curse Seals that took effect afterward, they would do nothing about the fait accompli before them.
After thinking it over, Lu Zheng grew interested as well and decided to play with them right where they were most proud and most eager to achieve their goal.
What fun was there in killing people? One had to strike at the heart!
"Zheng—zheng—zheng—"
A rendition of "Rainbow Skirt Feather Dress Dance" drifted leisurely into the air. The zither notes were distant and lingering, clear tones curling around the ears. The melody was sumptuous and resplendent, its echoes floating as though whispering beside them—as though heavenly music spiraled through the air, as though it were a dazzling imperial court dance, as though it were the immortal music of a celestial palace.
Everyone turned to look, only to find that the small patch of space both sides had been politely declining to use was already occupied.
A Yao Zither rested atop a low table. Behind it sat a young man in a cloud-white scholar's robe, cross-legged, his figure straight as a pine, his gaze warm as jade, a smile at the corners of his lips. His long sleeves fluttered lightly as his hands gently plucked the Yao Zither before him, and one distant, soaring note after another rang in everyone's ears.
At his side stood a woman in an apricot-yellow, bamboo-and-pine-patterned fitted dress with a belted waist. She held a short sword no longer than two feet in each hand. With moon-shaped brows, starry eyes, and a valiant, dashing air, she stood