Mu Xueling was trying to teach them the profundity of music dao that ordinary musicians couldn’t grasp. While taking a look at everyone, Mu Xueling placed her hands on the zither before gently strumming it, and she roared, “Wind!”

Along with a strum, a wisp of light flew out from the zither, manifesting into a violent gale that blew within the Saint Altar. It didn’t take long for everyone to start feeling pain from the wind, and they had no choice but to resist with their dragon origin.

Squinting his eyes, Lin Yun raised his head and noticed that the zither string was still trembling.

What’s going on? Lin Yun questioned himself. He could also do the same, but it was practically impossible for him to last this long.

“The strings of a zither are different from the other instruments. Are long as you have the proper method, the note can last a long time. Then again, you can also unleash them all in a bursting manner.” Mu Xueling’s fingers swiftly strummed the zither, and the speed was so fast that afterimages were left behind.

As zither notes resounded, there was a pause between each one, but each note existed individually, and each note turned into a terrifying tornado. In the...