Like everyone else present, Moyang felt equally mysterious. Although the City Lord had long since probed Moyang's cultivation level, his combat power seemed to surpass even the peak of the Grandmaster Realm; the technique he had just displayed was simply not something an ordinary Grandmaster could withstand.
The main hall was spacious. Meng Xianyin sat cross-legged with her knees bent, an ancient qin placed before her as her jade-like fingertips lightly brushed across the strings.
"Clang!"
Chapter 44