The Dao Tribulation

At that moment, Hua Yunfei's hands moved lightly over the strings, flowing like clouds and water, stirring like immortal mist. His playing had an ethereal quality.

Though a man, he moved with a grace surpassing any woman's. The exquisite melody flowed like a clear spring and descended like moonlight, gentle, hazy, and serene.

The music painted a scene of poetic beauty. Everyone fell under its spell, and soon even birds were drawn to it.

"Hua Yunfei seems like someone special," Ye Fan quietly transmitted to Jiang Yun.

"He is. He has another identity he keeps hidden."

Jiang Yun discreetly told Ye Fan what he knew about Hua Yunfei and warned him to be careful.

It was a remarkable sight. Hua Yunfei seemed as ethereal as an immortal, as though all the spirit and grace of heaven and earth had gathered in him.

Birds flocked to him. He blended into the scenery, seemingly becoming one with this small world.

"Such music belongs in heaven. How often could anyone hear it in the mortal world?"

Jiang Yun applauded. "Brother Hua, you truly seem heaven-sent. Your music stirred the immortal mountains and brought the birds flocking. I'm amazed."

When the piece ended, the birds lingered, fluttering nearby and adding to the beauty of the scene.

"You're too kind. I only play to soothe the spirit. It's nothing special."

With that, Hua Yunfei raised his cup. Everyone drank together, the mood warm and easy.

"Brother Hua, I've read some accounts of Clumsy Peak in ancient texts. Might I have the honor of visiting it and experiencing it for myself?"

Jiang Yun had finally explained why he had come.

In fact, the founder of Taixuan Sect had borne the surname Hua, as did the master of Star Peak. Throughout Taixuan's history,

half its sect masters