Nangong Yu's brows twitched slightly.
Ling Xiang's words have zero credibility.
He knew exactly what Ling Xiang wanted to do.
After all, there aren't many things that can easily hurt him.
This piano is indeed strange.
As Ling Xiang cast an inquiring look, Tian Maode, who was always kind to his students, frowned:
"I found this zither from a ruin. It's nothing special, and the sound it produces is even inferior to that of an ordinary zither. Ling Xiang, if you want a zither, you can choose another one and I'll give it to you."
Ling Xiang was very self-aware of how poorly he played the piano for the first time. He knew he had no talent and didn't want to put too much effort into it, so he didn't want to ruin Mr. Tian's good piano. "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Tian. I've always been a spontaneous person. Now that I've chosen this one, I won't change it easily."
People who practice cultivation have always emphasized the law of fate. Tian Maode stopped persuading him and nodded.
Ling Xiang accepted the zither and handed Tian Maode a zither sheet music that he had copied from the treasures on the highest floor of the imperial palace's treasure house. "I found this sheet music by chance. Could you please take a look at it, Mr. Tian?"
Tian Maode opened the music score and after looking at it for a while, his expression became solemn. He immediately took out the piano and started playing according to the score.
In an instant, the bone-chilling cold enveloped the place, as if one was in a world of ice and snow, making people feel chilled to the bone.
Almost everyone subconsciously hugged their arms tightly and rubbed them hard to resist the cold.
Fortunately, the coldness only lasted for a moment, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Tian Maode's hands were still playing the piano, but he had no reaction.
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