The sound of the pipa started again, as the stone in Wen Nanxi's hand dropped onto different drums. Su Muyao's long water sleeves whirled and danced, agile and graceful yet full of power, accurately striking the war drums where the stones fell.
Wen Nanxi felt his breath catch, and in his eyes, there was only her. His heart beat uncontrollably for her.
He had never seen her like this before, with beauty unparalleled in the world.
Wen Nanxi's stone continuously hit the drums, Su Muyao's sleeves swung and retracted, striking the drums along the direction of the stones.
She danced like a butterfly, able to precisely hit the corresponding drum faces with the stones, perfectly blending the drumming and the dance of her sleeves.
This sound could penetrate the heart.
No matter how quickly the stones hit the drums, her sleeves still kept up.
Her movements were so graceful and light, her figure swaying, as if she were a Divine Beast from the heavens.
