In the Jasper Pool Immortal Pavilion.
Ni Chang sat back down before the Guqin, her slender fingers plucking at the strings.
HUMMM!
The strings vibrated!
The twanging notes of the guqin suddenly erupted, like ten thousand horses stampeding—wild and ferocious!
A murderous aura flickered in her jet-black eyes as the movements of her fingers grew faster and faster!
The music became increasingly urgent and dense, like a clash between armies of thousands, its momentum world-shaking!
The elegant room was suddenly filled with streams of fierce, domineering, and tyrannical energy!
All the candles extinguished.
The curtains all billowed, like sharp long sabers slashing about wildly, carving deep gashes into the luxurious mahogany walls.
Qiluo stood in a corner, her body enveloped in a soft, feminine aura.
Many of the slashing curtains would turn soft again upon reaching a few feet from her, drifting gently to the ground.
