The little one's zither music continued, and some among the crowd were simply appreciating it, feeling a wondrous and indescribable mood wash over them as though they were cast into a realm of artistic conception.
"Consider yourselves lucky this time, until we meet again." A trace of chilliness flashed across Venerable Qingyi's eyes, and he instantly transformed into a streak of light and fled.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Ghost Yaksha gave chase at the very first moment.
"Damn it, why are you running too?"
Shaluo was instantly left speechless, yet even as he spoke, he was running as well!
Dongfang Honghong wanted to give chase, but Yan Xuefei suspected a trick and stopped her from going, leaving Ghost Yaksha to pursue just one target.
"Auntie Wan Qing, did it sound good..."
The little one finished playing a piece, revealing a sweet smile.
"Oh my, where did you learn that? It sounded wonderful! So young and yet so versatile, though it still needs a bit more practice—it was a little stiff."
Wan Qing pinched the little one's cheek, smiling as she offered a round of praise!
"Can I play another tune?"
The little one's eyes darted around slyly as a thought welled up in her heart.
"This..."
Wan Qing wanted to listen too; after all, the zither notes were exceptionally pleasant to the ear. Little did she know that once these zither notes began to ring out, they would echo throughout all of Years City.
"Very well, but you are not allowed to go back on your word after you finish playing, and you must go to sleep obediently."
"Mm-nah, mm-nah..."
The little one blinked her eyes. When had she ever gone back on her word?
Zheng...
This time the zither music was different, changing to a different melody.