Eighteen women were seated atop the stage, looking as graceful as fairies. In this enchanting moment, their graceful thin fingers danced across their zithers, conjuring melodies that possessed the power to immerse one's very soul.

This beautiful scene cleansed the eyes, ears, and soul. In the distance, Long Chen’s vexations were forgotten, wiped away without a trace, and his soul entered a peaceful state. It was an indescribable contentment.

The plaza was packed with people, as the crowd eagerly gathered to witness the spectacle. Separated from them, designated seats were arranged in front of the stage, reserved exclusively for a certain group of experts. Long Chen’s discerning gaze then fell upon the mark of the Vermilion Bird on their sleeves. Having seen such...