When the tune ended, Si Lingxi drifted away.
Yes, Si Lingxi left. After playing a piece and once again inviting Lu Zheng, Shen Ying, and Liu Qingyan to Phoenix Mountain on the eighth day of the tenth month, she drifted away, leaving only her lingering voice carried on the wind. "I like this gift very much."
Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow, knowing that Si Lingxi was referring to their agreement on Ten Thousand Pines Mountain, when she had asked him to play a piece.
Clearly, that agreement had now been fulfilled, and the results seemed rather good.
Liu Qingyan and Shen Ying exchanged a glance. Liu Qingyan could not help whispering, "No way, right?"
As the two people who cared most about Lu Zheng, they had noticed the occasional looks Si Lingxi cast at him during their ensemble, though they had been few and fleeting...
Shen Ying was somewhat uncertain as well. "By all reason, what status and cultivation does Palace Mistress Si possess? Over three thousand years, what peerless prodigies has she not seen? Didn't she previously mention someone with astonishing literary talent and unmatched poetry?"
But Liu Qingyan hesitantly said, "Yet compared to Lu Lang, how do those prodigies of old measure up?"
Shen Ying, "..."
He was versed in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting, proficient in every art. His chess skill was as profound as an immortal's, his musical temperament dazzled all, his calligraphy flowed like drifting clouds and running water, and his paintings stood apart from all under heaven.
Gifted beyond measure, he had never encountered a bottleneck on the path of cultivation. After cultivating for only a few years, he possessed a thousand years of Dao comprehension. He was also skilled in countless arts: Cloud Method, Sword Dao, lightning arts, wind spells, martial arts, Water