While Wang Baole was immersed in his three melodious notes, the notes formed from the two hundred notes stacked together in his body formed a slight distortion in the surroundings. It was like a force field, very special.
Wang baole naturally noticed it as well. He took it out, looked at it, and put it back. His focus now was on the three notes. The only regret was that there were too few notes, and he was unable to form a melody.
It’s alright. With my talent in comprehension, I’ll be able to form the notes after a few more rounds of the Blue Music Fish School. Wang Baole’s spirits rose when he thought of how his melody path was burning like a fire of hope, he had an inexplicable sense of confidence.
When he had first come into contact with the red-dressed woman in his original form, Wang Baole’s understanding of the law of listening was that of music. It was the same even after he had arrived at the chord sect. It was the same with what he had learned.
