The woman was still dazed, thinking about how to continue attacking the Old Granny, when a middle-aged man who looked to be over fifty patted her on the shoulder from behind. He took out a jade flute, walked to the front, placed it to his lips, and began to play.
Only after the middle-aged man patted her shoulder did the woman come to her senses. She realized that she had inadvertently had her spirit suppressed by someone else's Righteous Song. Naturally, she was furious. She stamped her foot, sat cross-legged on the grass, and resumed playing her zither. By then, the zither and flute were performing together.
The strings trembled, their sound like wind sighing through pines, yet also like a spring rushing past. Listening to it was like wandering through one's life, looking back as the years slipped away, while people wound through the forest, leaving no trace like smoke.
The flute's notes, meanwhile, were clear and distant. They brought an involuntary stillness to the mind, washing away worldly dust. Its melody rolled like ocean waves, stirring the wind and water. Of course, if the Old Granny had not so easily broken apart that passage of her zither music just now, I might have felt admiration for the music.
The Old Granny deliberately allowed the zither and flute music to enter. She wanted me to hear their tones. As for the attacks they had been preparing earlier, the Old Granny had cut them off directly. Clearly, the Old Granny had her own pride. From the sneak attack earlier to blocking the attacks now and allowing only the zither-and-flute duet through, this alone showed that in this contest of magic, the Old Granny had won with ease.
The zither and flute played together for quite some time. Their tones and