The thrumming of the guzhen’s rhythm was constantly fluctuating, at times fierce and at times melodious.
But there was an indistinguishable strength within this unpredictable rhythm, a strength that brooked no opposition from Zuo Lan’s aura.
Zuo Lan’s expression suddenly changed drastically, the light in his eyes vanishing as he searched his surroundings with fear and shock, trying to ascertain where the music notes had originated from.
However, he was destined for disappointment. The notes seemed to be coming from all directions, and there was no way to pinpoint their source.
Zuo Lan was still caught in the depths of his shock and suspicion, his eyes tinged with genuine surprise. All of a sudden, he deflated like a fully inflated ball being pricked by a needle.
His expression took on a more thoughtful look as he took another glance at the three sects. He grit his teeth and waved, “We go!”
Zuo Lan was suddenly retreating!
