"I am not yet a Saint King, it is true, but you have overlooked one thing: I have a beloved whose comprehension of the path of sound-slaying far surpasses your own."
A cold, wild, and wicked smile curled onto Chen Xuan's lips. He lifted a hand with nonchalant ease and plucked, snapping hundreds of strings on the zither before him.
Fu Qinsheng’s face twisted in shock and rage.
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