The sound of the zither arose again.
Two echoing notes shook the void, followed by a thunderous explosion.
Two figures parted to either side, one landing on the eaves of the Weiyang Palace.
The other sat cross-legged atop a treetop.
With knees as a table, a zither stretched across the lap.
Two hands pressed against the zither strings, silencing its sound.
This person wore plain white clothes, with a zither case slung across the back.
Gray-white hair and beard swayed gently with the treetop.
Face flushed, showing no signs of age, raising the eyes to look with a hint of a smile:
"Sikong Sect Master truly has good martial arts, but which move is this of the Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique?"
"How unreasonable!"
Sikong Hua Ji, still under forty this year, was slightly thin in stature, face white without a beard, appearance not handsome yet proper.
At this moment, standing with hands behind, upon hearing, was furious:
