Xing Yan's appearance on the lecture platform had truly begun on a low note before soaring to unexpected heights. Quite a few people were now studying this previously unremarkable youth with fresh attention.
As Xing Yan turned back toward his seat, he saw the Highest Clarity elders smiling at him in greeting. Naturally, Qiong Rong and Xueyi, who had accompanied him, wore delighted expressions, genuinely happy for him.
Yet no one noticed that the Four Seas Hall Master, now seated with his robes straightened and his posture perfectly proper, was trembling all over!
His performance on an invisible flute had actually involved circulating his great splendor Dao power to set the air vibrating between his fingers. While immersed in the music, Xing Yan had sustained it in one uninterrupted effort without noticing anything amiss. But once it was over, he felt breathless and utterly drained, his arms threatening to cramp. Added to that, the worries he had carried all day for several days had finally lifted, leaving him deeply stirred. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his body would not stop shaking.
Worst of all, the harder Xing Yan tried to stop trembling, the more violently he shook!
Fortunately, his sleeves were particularly broad that day, and no one immediately noticed anything unusual. Sect Master Lingxu was standing before the center of the Hearing Scenery Terrace, reciting the assembly's closing prayers. Most eyes were on the sect master. Even those who occasionally glanced toward Xing Yan merely thought the wind was stirring his robes. They would never have imagined that beneath the Four Seas Hall Master's tranquil expression, his entire body was shaking uncontrollably!
In truth, Xing Yan had discovered this trick of playing a flute out of thin air by chance during an idle moment. On one