Tao Tao’s hair danced without a breeze, and her robes fluttered as her fingers flew across the strings like butterflies. Each musical note transformed into a sharp blade, launching an assault against Sikong, only to be blocked by his Golden Bell Shield.
Even so, the runes circling Sikong were shredded by the sound of Tao Tao’s zither; the two were surprisingly evenly matched.
The music grew increasingly frantic, as did the chanting of scriptures.
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