Sitting on the ebony chair, Liu Yue leaned back on her chair and watched Xuan Yuan Che who was striking the percussion with agility. She smiled widely, turning her eyes into crescent shape, thinking that her Xuan Yuan Che was really magnificent.
The melodious sound of the flute mixed with the deep vigorous beats of the golden drums.
Gradually, sips of inner strength started mixing into the music. It was unclear whether someone had started it first or they had started together.
The melodious sound of flute became increasingly higher as the beating of the golden drum became increasingly heavier.
A deadly aura started to radiate out of the melody.
Du Gu Ye who had been sitting all this while suddenly stood up. There was not a single breeze of wind blowing in the Main Hall, yet his light red robe waved and fluttered in an unseen force.