Yang Xiyun and Murong Xuan sat together, whispering to each other and behaving very intimately.
The others were deeply displeased at the sight.
One after another, they took the stage to display their zither skills, hoping to attract Yang Xiyun's attention and win back her heart.
"Wonderful, wonderful! This rendition of High Mountain truly evoked a profound artistic realm."
"Zither Master Lin's skills have reached new heights."
A zither master stepped down from the platform and looked toward Yang Xiyun.
Yet she merely gave him a polite glance before turning back to continue talking with Murong Xuan.
The zither master felt displeased, but there was nothing he could do.
Not far away, Chu Kuangren, Shang Qingxue, and Feng Yaorao sat at a table.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, what did you think of Zither Master Lin's performance just now?" Feng Yaorao asked casually, simply wanting to talk to Chu Kuangren.
Hearing her question, Chu Kuangren fell silent for a moment before saying, "How should I put it? Not bad, I suppose."
As he spoke, Shang Qingxue kept watching his expression. Seeing him pause before answering, she was almost certain. What does he mean, not bad? The Sect Leader probably wasn't even listening. It simply wasn't worthy of his ears.
And that was more or less the truth.
Apart from Yang Xiyun at the beginning, he found the others' zither playing entirely unworthy of listening to.
It was too crude.
He could not understand why these people were cheering so enthusiastically. Did zither music like this really sound that good?
Still, he understood that his realm was on an entirely different level from theirs, so he could not judge others by his own standards. Thus, he refrained from commenting at length and offered a "not bad." That was already the greatest leniency he