With a wave of her hand, Zhangsun Youyue caught the waiter from a distance and drew him back through the air, then pushed him more than a hundred feet behind her.
The waiter shook his aching head and came to, feeling rather muddled.
Just as he had approached the entrance, a sudden, searing pain had struck his head, and he had lost consciousness.
"Go back now. There's nothing more for you to do here." A woman's voice sounded beside his ear.
He recognized it as the Veiled Woman's voice.
At the same time, an ingot of silver appeared before him, weighing a full ten taels.
The waiter hurriedly picked it up, bowed to the three of them, and left.
He knew he must have fallen victim to some trick. Those were the methods of people of the Jianghu, and he wanted no part in their affairs.
"How interesting. Is this a show of force?" Li Chaoxun said with a faint smile.
A trace of anger appeared on Xiao Qing's face. "Miss, it seems this person doesn't particularly welcome us."
"Perhaps that isn't what he means?" Zhangsun Youyue said.
"Miss, this flute music has already changed into a soul-seizing Sound Art. Although it has little effect on us, it's enough to show his hostility. A warning, perhaps?" Xiao Qing said.
The flute music they had heard earlier had been relatively normal. Although the tune had not quite matched the mood it conveyed, it had still been an ordinary piece, with nothing amiss.
But now it was different. Why had the waiter suddenly fainted? Because the flute music had changed into a Sound Art-a cultivation method for killing.
As Xiao Qing saw it, the person in the courtyard had changed the music just as the three of them reached the entrance. It