However, it is unclear when Yan Ning started to adopt Yu Yan's peculiar habits.
The woman in green stepped into the Thousand Sounds Pavilion.
Yu Yan thought that if Yan Ning were still alive, she would definitely be able to find her in Qianyin Pavilion.
Sound cultivators are rare in the cultivation world.
Only a few exceptionally talented cultivators have the opportunity to ascend to the Great Dao through sound cultivation.
As far as Yu Yan knew, in tens of thousands of years, no more than one sound cultivator had ever transcended tribulation.
Qianyin Pavilion
To put it nicely, it's a place for discussing and exchanging ideas on sound cultivation.
In reality...
As soon as Yu Yan entered the door, she was stopped by a burly man.
The other man was burly and had a full beard; he blocked her way with his arm.
Yu Yan understood immediately.
She held a purple jade pendant on her fingertip, on which was engraved a Fuxi zither. Upon closer inspection, the Fuxi zither had a character "言" (speech) attached to its tail.
The burly man's expression immediately changed; his previously stern and menacing demeanor instantly transformed into one of respect.
He stepped aside, bowed, and said, "Please, sir."
Yu Yan twirled the jade pendant in her hand, a smile playing on her lips.
The burly man behind her glanced over and saw how the woman treated the jade pendant; cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
As soon as you step inside, the melodious sound of a zither comes from all directions.
Yu Yan pinched her earlobe, her gaze lingering on the men and women in the spacious lobby on the first floor.
A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his eye.
I haven't been here for several years, but Qianyin Pavilion's business is as good as ever.
Just as she turned to step onto the stairs, a purple figure appeared and blocked her way.
"You've arrived."
Just three words, yet the other person could speak them with such intonation and rhythm.
The man's voice was even more captivating than the melody flowing from the strings of the instrument.
Yu Yan sidestepped and stepped onto the stairs.
The two stood at the same height; she tilted her head back and chuckled softly.
"Long time no see, Lord Yan. Do you have some time?"
The man looked down at her, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he remained silent.
He simply turned his back and climbed the steps.
Yu Yan looked at the Fuxi Qin behind him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Don't be surprised, finding Ningning was one of the purposes.
She came specifically for this person.
Top floor of Qianyin Pavilion
A long corridor with red gauze curtains hanging down on both sides.
Occasionally, a few off-beat notes of a zither would escape from the tightly closed rooms.
Yu Yan glanced at it and then looked away.
At the end of the corridor.
The man in purple pushed open the door and turned to look at Yu Yan, who was clearly five or six meters behind.
A barely perceptible hint of joy flickered in his eyes.
His aloof and detached features concealed his emotions very well.
After Yu Yan entered, he went into the room first.
"Where's Ningning? Have you seen her?"
Pei Yan paused in his action of putting down the zither. He looked up, his tone unreadable.
"You're here to see her?"
Yu Yan nodded, resting her chin on her hand. She met his gaze and blinked her peach blossom eyes slightly.
"Of course, I haven't listened to music in a long time, so I miss it a little."
"Oh."
Pei Yan lowered his eyes, a slight smile curving his lips. "I've never seen her before."
That answers Yu Yan's question.
He sat down beside the piano that had been placed there, not far from the other person.
A purple robe accentuated his noble bearing as the man's well-defined fingers touched the strings of the zither.
With a gentle hook.
A tone quite different from what I had heard along the way flowed out slowly.
Yu Yan's thoughts were still lingering on his previous sentence.
Ningning isn't here. Could she have left?
Zheng—
Pei Yan gently pressed the strings, and the Fuxi Qin emitted a deep, muffled sound.
Yu Yan frowned and came back to her senses. She picked up a grape, and the juice burst in her mouth.
The music continued, as if the mistake had been just a minor incident.
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