After hearing Huang Xiao's voice, Yue Cheng and Yin Huju exchanged a glance, then both breathed a sigh of relief.
Huang Xiao's voice was strong and full of vigor. Clearly, he was not injured, which set their minds at ease.
Moreover, what Huang Xiao had just said showed that he had come to his senses. That meant there would be no more flute music like before. That music had made no distinction between friend and foe, harming his own side indiscriminately.
When Yue Cheng and Yin Huju returned to Huang Xiao's small courtyard, they saw him sitting beside the stone table.
"Sit down!" Seeing the two of them scrutinizing him, Huang Xiao could not help giving a wry chuckle.
He knew his actions just now must have left them rather shaken.
All of this had been beyond his expectations.
Huang Xiao had never expected to suddenly become immersed in the music and stir up such a disturbance.
Yue Cheng and Yin Huju had just sat down when a disciple hurried to the courtyard entrance to report that the God-Burying Hall had sent someone to remind them that their flute music had disturbed everyone. Pang Yi wanted the music stopped immediately.
"Outrageous! Does Pang Yi really think he can order us around?" Yue Cheng slapped the table and roared angrily upon hearing the disciple's words.
He knew the disciple before him must have softened the message. The people of the God-Burying Hall, especially Pang Yi, probably would not have been so restrained, and would instead have spoken in a directly commanding tone. Still, the meaning certainly had not changed.
Huang Xiao spoke up. "Have him go back and tell Pang Yi there won't be any more flute music."
The Heavenly Demon Hall disciple hastily acknowledged the order and withdrew.
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