Jun Xiaoyao sat in midair, clad in white.
The Phoenix Cry Qishan Zither rested on his knees.
He appeared exceptionally elegant, like a wise man in a bamboo grove.
"Since the Third Princess is in the mood, then I, Jun Mou, will also present a piece."
Jun Xiaoyao chuckled faintly, though a trace of coldness lurked in his eyes.
Thanks to Ah Jiu's guidance, combined with his natural talent.
Jun Xiaoyao's mastery of the zither was unparalleled in his era.
To challenge him in musical combat was undoubtedly a futile effort.
Jun Xiaoyao's slender fingers plucked the zither strings, and melodies poured forth.
Sometimes like mountains and rivers, sometimes like turbulent tides.
Sometimes like a valiant warrior in battle, sometimes like a gentle and quiet spring rain.
He truly interpreted the zither in its fullest form!
In comparison, Tushan Xiaoxiao's guzheng performance, although masterful,
was still a notch below that of Jun Xiaoyao.
