Seeing Huang Xiaolong silently seat himself in front of the ancient zither, many people cast scornful glances his way.
After all, Huang Xiaolong wore simple clothes, which to those of wealth and status, appeared excessively shabby. He was young, and lacked notable authority or reputation within the circle of ancient martial arts. He was a typical unknown.
Could he, by any chance, surpass Wei Feiyang's zither skills?
With Wei Feiyang as a comparison, not many people had faith in Huang Xiaolong's ability to produce a beautiful melody.
Even those who were about to leave stayed back, watching Huang Xiaolong with amusement. There was not a hint of admiration in their eyes, only mockery and schadenfreude.
Only Sun Wei watched Huang Xiaolong with bright, excited eyes. She knew her idol was capable of anything!
