After listening silently for a while, Qian Liansheng could only sense indescribable feelings within the music. He murmured, "I wonder who is playing the qin?"
The fact that he could ask that proved he had recognized that this was no ordinary opera performer or qin player.
In the pavilion atop the piled rocks, Guan Fangyi lit the lone lamp inside and hung it up. Bathed in its glow, Niu Youdao sat calmly, playing the qin.
Niu Youdao had not done it deliberately. He had merely seen a qin on the qin table and played it on a whim.
As she listened to its lingering melody, Guan Fangyi was lost in thought while secretly remaining alert to their surroundings.
Having followed Niu Youdao for so long, this was only the second time she had seen him play the qin. The melodies from his hands were empty and remote, leaving one inexplicably affected, again and again.
Under the lone lamp, Wu Zhaoxing and Guan Fangyi stood on either side of him.
Meanwhile, Wu Lao'er returned to Qian Liansheng's room to check on him.
Having waited until he was truly impatient, Qian Liansheng asked as soon as he saw him, "Where is Daoist Master?"
Wu Lao'er gestured for him to lower his voice. "Daoist Master is meeting a guest. The Imperial Court has people watching us. Once he is done and has made the arrangements, he will naturally come see you."
They were not the only ones growing impatient. Guan Fangyi in the qin-table pavilion gradually became impatient as well and asked softly, "Are you sure they'll really make their move tonight?"
Niu Youdao smiled faintly without answering and continued playing.
At first, he had not been entirely certain. But after seeing Gao Jiancheng's warning message, he had become sure.
He knew well