The moment he said that, all the scholars in the courtyard felt something was not right. At this moment, rain started falling from the sky.
Accompanying the rain was a strange temperament. Deng, deng, deng. It was as if an incomparably majestic giant was using the heaven and earth as guzheng and the lines of rain as strings, strumming recklessly and regardless of the consequences!
However, this weird temperament had a kind of magical power that could steal one's soul. The instant they heard it, they felt their vital qi scattering and their consciousnesses loosening up. Their spirit embryos became slow and their five elements became messy. They couldn't help but dance along with this temperament.
As the temperament resonated and worked up, everyone in the courtyard knew it was bad and was about to break the spell of this devil voice when Qin Mu suddenly formed a mudra with one hand and gave a punch!
Sunshine Refining Yang Soul In The Sky!
