Zhou Yi, too, was deeply captivated by the harmonious strains of zither and flute. She closed her eyes, feeling as though her soul had been cleansed.
The world Qian Ran created had sunshine, streams, fields, and all sorts of flowers, grasses, insects, fish, and birds. It was so soothing.
When the piece ended, everyone wore a look of wistful loss.
"To think Qian Ran had a talent like this, too. Was he blending Spiritual Power into the music?" Zhou Yi drew a deep breath. This man held far too many mysteries. It seemed he could do anything to perfection.
Perhaps listening to Qian Ran play from time to time would even be immensely beneficial to cultivation.
After all, most people cultivated with restless hearts, which naturally made their cultivation far less effective. Yet now, even the restlessness left in her heart after she had just made love with Qian Ran had been soothed.
Being Qian Ran's woman, even if only his lover, must be an immense blessing, mustn't it? Zhou Yi thought.
Sometimes she felt guilty toward Fan Yu, but she had never regretted it.
"And Qian Ran's use of Spiritual Power is becoming more and more absurd. If he had wanted us dead just now, none of us would even have known how we died." Zhou Yi knew that Qian Ran's greatest strength was his formidable Spiritual Power.
Qian Ran had previously asked her whether she wanted to cultivate Spiritual Power alongside him, but Zhou Yi had ultimately decided against it.
Her talent was not particularly great; otherwise, she would not have remained at the Soul Emperor level for so long. Without Qian Ran's help, she might not even reach the threshold of Soul Douluo. If she spent her efforts learning something else as well, her cultivation would progress