With these thoughts, the corners of her lips slightly curved up, forming a trace of a smile. However, Lord Miluo listened to the zither music with an ever expressionless face, his long fingers occasionally tapping lightly on the table. This was his habit when deep in thought. Ru Ji had been stealing glances at him, admiration lurking in the depths of her eyes.
No matter how skilled the Butterfly Demon was at the zither, her music could not compare to that of the Music Palace. Ning Xiaoxian had heard the divine strains of the Wind Chime Zither at Guangcheng Palace; now, this music seemed to lack a certain maturity. She felt this way, and no doubt Lord Miluo did as well, so when the piece concluded, the room fell momentarily silent.
