A Light Song to Laugh at the Mortal World

The jade zither was over five feet long and about a foot wide, shaped like a qin yet fitted with a full fifty strings. Its white-jade body was hollow, supported within by string bridges.

The instrument floated silently in the air, specks of radiant runes glimmering along its silver strings.

Xiao Jinse lightly brushed her long, pale fingers across the jade zither. Its clear, limpid notes rang out like pearls scattering across a jade platter—crisp and lively—yet they carried an indescribable loftiness, as though the music possessed an ethereal wonder from beyond the heavens.

Gao Xian often frequented places of pleasure, and had seen plenty of qins, zithers, xiaos, and flutes. Ordinary zithers had only twenty-five strings, but the one in Xiao Jinse's hands had fifty.

Fifty strings were an ancient design. Who knew from what era the Juntian Mystic Tone Zither in Xiao Jinse's hands had come, or what kind of Divine Artifact it was? With a casual brush of her hand, all fifty strings rang in succession. The sound was astonishingly pleasing, carrying an ineffable quality that made both body and mind feel relaxed and at ease.

Through the wondrous zither music, Gao Xian established a certain connection with this ancient zither—and a divine-sense connection with Xiao Jinse as well.

Strictly speaking, the two of them had formed that connection through the Juntian Mystic Tone Zither. This Divine Artifact was like a relay station between them.

This kind of divine-sense link was vastly different from a direct connection of divine senses.

A direct divine-sense connection was like both parties standing face-to-face—even like facing each other without clothes on. The contact was far too direct. Thus, even the closest of friends among cultivators rarely linked their divine senses directly. It was a connection more intimate than even dual cultivation.