The sound was sharp and piercing like a sword cry as it spread from the peak of the Imperial city.
The cultivators inside the Divine Capital heard this sharp tune and turned to look.
The tune controlled Qi and condensed it into energy blades in the air that shot toward the curtain-like barrier in the sky.
Swoosh!
The northern goshawk suddenly circled upward, dodging the soundwave.
"Master, there's something strange about that northern goshawk." Ye Tianxin could tell something was amiss with the northern goshawk. "Should I kill it for you?"
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "Conch, I didn't tell you to attack it. Try to communicate with it."
"Oh." Conch understood. Air flowed naturally from between her lips. The sound of the flute that rolled out in the surroundings was mellifluous. It was much better compared to the grating sound from earlier.
