This wave of sound carried a wisp of Dao rhyme. On a battlefield, even a momentary lapse of consciousness caused by it would be enough to turn the tide.
"I'm afraid that's a disciple of Xianyin Pavilion. As far as I know, they are the only ones who use the Dao of music!" Ergouzi seemed quite clear-headed and was not affected at all.
"Xianyin Pavilion?" Mo Yang searched his memory carefully, but this was the first time he had ever heard of this sect.
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