Moyang looked back at the young girl beside him and realized she was completely unaffected. She rested her fair chin on her left hand, while her right hand rhythmically tapped the edge of the fruit platter with two slender fingers. She looked as comfortable as could be.
Yet, despite the apparent casualness of her tapping, the soft sound grew louder and louder. At first, it was barely audible, but gradually, it morphed into something akin to the roar of a dragon or the ringing of a sword, blending into the ripples of the zither music and flowing through the air in melodic waves.
A flash of alarm crossed Meng Xianyin's eyes. Her hands froze, her figure trembled slightly, and the zither music came to an abrupt halt.
Chapter 91