The amplified notes of the zither made everyone's bodies tremble violently, then left them even more intoxicated.
Sikong Jing's gaze, however, froze slightly. He realized that not a trace of true qi had been infused into the music.
Then how had the sound suddenly become so much louder?
With his current realm and understanding of the martial path, he could naturally hear that the force used to pluck the zither had not changed, yet the sound had grown louder.
"Space..."
Suddenly, Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.
Having used the Saint Interspace Saint Key before, he realized that the zither's music had been transmitted through folded space. It was like mechanical messenger birds—they seemed to fold space as they constantly traveled onward, making them faster than even those at the Saint Martial Stage.
In fact, they were several times faster.
Sikong Jing also detected changes within the melody. It seemed to be struggling, as though it were declaring something.
It also carried a resolve as if marching toward death...
Then, without warning, the music came to an end. The countless people around Sikong Jing were still left wanting more, marveling endlessly.
After a long while, someone asked excitedly, "How strange! Why is Ripple Fairy's zither music so loud tonight? Does she know that so many of us are waiting outside, and is she giving us a little benefit?"
Hearing this, the people around him suddenly came to their senses.
That was right—tonight's music was far too loud. Could it really be a benefit for everyone gathered along the lakeshore?
At that thought, countless men suddenly howled aloud, all of them crazily shouting their thanks toward the central island of Ripple Lake. They cried out the words "Ripple Fairy" with wild fervor!
Only after hearing them did Sikong Jing learn that