Hu Xiaotian thought to himself, He nearly made my heart meridian explode. The old bastard was performing Xiang Zhuang's sword dance-his real target lay elsewhere. By now, Hu Xiaotian had regained his composure. To remain so calm after taking a stroll past the gates of hell was truly rare among the younger generation. He said, "It sounded wonderful. Unfortunately, I know nothing about music, so Eunuch Li was playing his lute to a cow."
Li Yuncong smiled. "You come from a distinguished family with a rich scholarly heritage. How could you know nothing about music? If you failed to hear anything in it, the fault must be mine. My Chinese Fiddle playing wasn't good enough to convey the spirit of the piece. How about I play you another..."
Terrified, Hu Xiaotian hurriedly waved his hands. He had nearly died just now. If Li Yuncong played another piece, he feared there would be no escaping his doom.
Seeing his expression, Li Yuncong laughed inwardly and deliberately said, "You must think my Chinese Fiddle playing sounds dreadful. You won't even give me a chance to perform."
Hu Xiaotian could already tell that Li Yuncong was deliberately teasing him. Apparently, he did not truly intend to take his life; otherwise, he would not have spared him at the critical moment. Without launching a single attack with his hands or feet, he could kill invisibly through music alone. This Old Eunuch's martial prowess was truly astounding. Hu Xiaotian said, "To tell you the truth, when you were playing just now, Eunuch Li, I became immersed in the music without realizing it. It was as though I had lived through an incredibly perilous war. Scenes of bloody rain and gore-laden winds filled my mind, my heart pounded wildly, and it felt as though every blood