Everyone heard Song Yan laugh heartily. "Fairy Nanfeng, this disciple of mine has long admired your zither skills. Why not give him some guidance today?"
At his voice, everyone turned toward Song Yan.
Now this was something new.
Quite a few Eastern Sea cultivators had already been asking about his background, but most knew only that he was the Young Pavilion Master of Worry-Relief Pavilion.
They had never heard of this "disciple." Now that he was sending his disciple up to play the zither, he drew many eyes.
Even Shen Er raised his eyes slightly, his gaze passing between Song Yan and Fang Cunsheng.
Naturally, he knew Fang Cunsheng's identity as a Jun Mountain disciple.
Yang Zhiyi also looked toward the voice. Seeing Song Yan, a smile appeared in her eyes.
"Of course," Yang Zhiyi said.
Seeing that Fang Cunsheng seemed somewhat hesitant, she gently encouraged him again. "Today is a gathering of zither music, not a fight to the death. Young friend Fang, just come on up."
Hearing this, Fang Cunsheng also felt that he should not show cowardice and disgrace his master.
Only then did he draw a deep breath and step forward.
On the Qin Platform, the Nine Heavens Ringed Pei quietly awaited him.
Fang Cunsheng sat down before the zither table.
At this moment, there were truly far too many people waiting for his music.
And every one of them was an accomplished senior.
Fang Cunsheng had originally intended to play a piece he knew best. Yet when he actually sat before the Nine Heavens Ringed Pei and laid his hands on its strings, those thoroughly familiar melodies suddenly seemed dull and tasteless.
He looked up at the sky. For some reason, something inexplicably stirred within him.
Between sea and sky, clouds and mist surged. Sunlight