Upon entering the Moonlight Pavilion, Xu Ran heard the melodious, pleasing strains of a zither, and both of them slowed their steps.
In one room, a woman played the zither elegantly, showing Xu Ran only her back.
At first glance, she appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but her elegant bearing was beyond anything a woman of that age could compare with.
Her silver court gown fit her beautifully. In bearing alone, Xu Ran had yet to find anyone who could rival her. Noble and refined, she was like a water lily, rising from the mud while preserving the purity of her heart.
Moreover, there was not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power about this woman. Clearly, she was not a Soul Master.
Tang Yuehua's Martial Soul was a mutated Martial Soul of the Clear Sky Hammer, which had left her Soul Power Level forever stuck at nine.
"What an elegant piece. It feels like being in a quiet, peaceful village." Xu Ran savored it carefully, his thoughts soaring with the music: ridges between country fields, a youth beneath a sky full of stars, verdant plains. A sense of peace and tranquility washed over him.
There was not the slightest pressure, as though his whole being had grown much more relaxed.
Although Tang Yuehua had been born with a mutated Clear Sky Hammer that left her unable to cultivate, she had also awakened her own innate domain-the Noble Ring. This was also why she possessed such a gracefully detached, aristocratic bearing.
And as Tang Yuehua poured her feelings into such refined scholarly pursuits as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she gradually acquired a noble, unsullied air.
Anyone who spent enough time beside Tang Yuehua would be influenced by her presence. This was also an important reason why, in the original