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"It's over, it's over. Looks like this time, Little Martial Granduncle—huh? Did he break free for a moment? Am I seeing things?"

"...I saw it too!"

Wen Xu had indeed broken free for a moment. Thanks to pretending to be blind, his hearing and sense of smell now far surpassed those of cultivators at the same level. In other words, Huo Shengyin's zither music dealt 120% damage to him.

But precisely because of that, the unceasing music would not make him sink too quickly. This piece was more like boiling a frog in warm water, except the water was a little too scalding for him, allowing him to break free for an instant.

Wen Xu could play the zither too, but among the six arts of a gentleman, his zither playing could only fool outsiders. To true connoisseurs, however skilled a zither player might be, without emotional investment, they could only be called someone who played the instrument. The reverse was—

Just like Senior Sister Huo before him.

That was right. Wen Xu had secretly opened his eyes, but only for an instant—the instant when he had broken free from the zither music.

Though it had lasted only a moment, he had already seen clearly.

"Ah—what is he doing? Why do I feel like he—"

Even Bian Chunchou could not help breaking out in a cold sweat. "Chen Zuizui, if I'm not mistaken, did Wen Xuxu close off his hearing?"

"You aren't mistaken." Chen Zui was never stingy with words when it came to fighting techniques. "This is not a bad way to deal with attacks from music cultivators, but only if, like him, you can predict your opponent's attacks through the wind on the stage."

Bian Chunchou: ...Thanks for the invitation, but I don't have that ability.

In fact,