Mo Yang turned his head to look at the young girl beside him and saw that she was completely unaffected. With her left hand propping up her delicate chin and her right hand extending two slender fingers, she was rhythmically tapping the edge of the fruit tray, looking as relaxed and comfortable as could be.
Yet, casual though her tapping appeared, the light sound grew louder and louder. Scarcely audible at first, it gradually turned into something resembling the roar of a dragon or the ringing of a sword, blending seamlessly into the rippling zither music as waves of melodic sound rolled outward.
A flash of shock crossed Meng Xianyin's eyes. Her hands paused, her slender figure trembled slightly, and the zither music stopped abruptly.
Chapter 91