"Ding dong! Ding dong!"
The zither sound echoed once again, the notes joyfully hopping, enveloping the entire courtyard.
Such a gentle zither sound, like the peak of a high mountain, shrouded in mist, elusive and unpredictable, then transformed into a lingering zither melody, like flowing clouds and water, clear and persistent—where was the domineering presence of the soul-breaking tune from just before?
Liu Sheng Butsuma coughed up fresh blood and looked over at the Ninja King who was exchanging blows with Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng, knowing for certain that this time he was truly doomed to die.
This Black Wind Village Chief before him was indeed as formidable as Iron Gall Divine Hou Zhu Wushi had once said, even more so—beyond his imagination.
