What?
Sing... sing a song?
I have never heard of needing to sing a song when cultivating!
Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone felt baffled. The things made by a jerk are indeed jerky.
Now think about it, a bunch of apprentices from the Spiritual Studies Palace, staring at an ink treasure that looks like a 'squeezed-out toad pee,' singing in unison... it was simply an eyesore.
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Zhen, and someone muttered to themselves, "Who knew a person could be this flirtatious?"
The rest of them blinked, nodding hurriedly. The way they looked at Yang Zhen became even stranger.
Elder Huo looked awkward. He looked at Yang Zhen, with a last glimmer of hope, and asked, "Young friend Yang, what kind of song do you need to sing to comprehend this most dazzling ethnic style?"
