"No," Lu Lianrong said with a look of contempt, "He's so obsessed with music, it's like he's possessed; both outer and inner sect disciples must understand music. Before, I arranged for a few people to take discipleship at the year's end on behalf of the Left Alliance Master, but for three consecutive years, none succeeded."
"Those with impure thoughts can't escape his ears."
"This damn skill, even the Left Alliance Master has given up on."
At this, he looked at Zhao Rong with disdain again.
What about the future Sect Leader, didn't he also face setbacks when trying to become an apprentice?
Zhao Rong remembered the days when he learned the ancient music.
Grandpa Third was his guide on the musical path, and now he even knew how to play the flute and the zither.
'How was High Mountain Flowing Water discovered by the Songshan Sect?'
After talking with Lu Lianrong for a few more sentences, he figured out the situation with the spy Nan Shan Shi.
