A trace of surprise appeared on Huang Xiao's face. He could not help looking up and saw a sedan chair in the distance. Its two bearers flew along, rapidly approaching them, their martial power clearly considerable. The zither music came from inside the sedan chair.
Why is she here? Huang Xiao murmured inwardly.
Hearing the zither music, the two women also stirred inwardly. After a little thought, they knew who had come.
"Little sister, don't drag this out any longer," Zhao Yunhui called to Zhao Xin'er.
Zhao Xin'er nodded, her expression somewhat grave, and the two attacked simultaneously. This time, their sword moves were even fiercer.
Dharma King Ma naturally heard the zither music too, but he did not know who the newcomer was.
The two women's reaction puzzled him, however. The approaching sedan chair seemed to have provoked them, making their sword moves even more formidable.
Could this be their rival? Dharma King Ma wondered.
It was only natural for him to think this. After all, the sudden appearance of this person seemed to make the two women somewhat nervous. They would not have reacted this way to a friend.
However, Dharma King Ma also noticed Huang Xiao's expression. Seeing no particular change in it, he could not work out whether the newcomer was friend or foe.
Huang Xiao's impassivity confused Dharma King Ma, but he soon learned whether the approaching person was friend or foe.
The earlier zither note had been perfectly ordinary, seemingly no more than the opening note of a tune.
Then waves of zither music drifted over from afar, lingering in the air. Even if Dharma King Ma tried to block his ears, it would have been useless.
The music seeped through every crack. It not only sounded beside his ears, but seemed to ring