If Anyone Offends Me, I Will Offend Them Back

Yang Ming sat cross-legged, like a seasoned qin player with decades of experience. His ten slender fingers lightly plucked the ancient zither.

Pluck, scrape, flick, pinch, double pluck, roll, brush, press-scrape, long lock, short lock, tremolo—the eight techniques went from awkward to proficient, then flowed as smoothly as water. As pleasing as they were to watch, a Song of Forgetfulness slowly unfolded.

Every note he played was mellow and full. The beautiful music echoed through the infirmary, its lingering notes unceasing, capable of stirring hearts and dispelling worries.

A masterful qin player could make the strings seem on the verge of snapping beneath the right hand—meaning there was no wasted motion beneath the fingers, and every note from the right hand was clean and crisp.

Yang Ming brought out every phrase and every layer of the Song of Forgetfulness. The entire piece flowed seamlessly through its transitions, rises, and falls, deeply moving and tugging at the heartstrings, drawing people in so completely that they could not pull themselves free.

When the song ended, Yang Ming turned his palm down and pressed the strings. Everyone was still immersed in the music, unable to return to their senses.

Yang Ming smiled faintly at the dumbfounded Doctor Xiao, then ignored his shock and confusion and turned to Tang San.

"Mm~"

A muffled grunt came from his nostrils. Tang San's fever subsided, and he slowly regained consciousness. Lifting his eyelids, he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling.

"Where am I...?"

Tang San clutched his groggy head and pushed himself upright, only to see Grandmaster, Yang Ming, and Xiao Wu standing in a row beside the bed.

Tang San's memories had stopped at the moment Yang Ming carried him out of the Martial Soul Forest. He knew nothing of what had happened afterward.

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