Jiang Feng’s voice was piercing, and everyone could smell the gunpowder in the atmosphere. This made many people wear playful smiles as they looked at Lin Yun. They were looking forward to seeing how Lin Yun would respond.

But Mu Xueling furrowed her brows and said unhappily, “Lin Yun, there’s no need for you to think about what others think. I’m only asking casually, and there’s no need to participate if you haven’t grasped it yet.”

Lin Yun was surprised as he looked at Mu Xueling. At this moment, he felt that the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion wasn’t so hateful.

“Thank you, Saint Elder. There are some parts that I’ve yet to figure out, and I don’t need to participate if I can’t perform the true profundity of the Prairie Phoenix Fire.” Lin Yun replied.

“Psh.” Jiang Feng sneered. “This is an ancient score, and not even a Grand Musician can grasp its profundity. You’re pretty bold for being an incapable barbarian.”

But Lin Yun had quickly ignored him. He could feel that something was lacking in the Prairie Phoenix Fire. Even Mu Xueling’s performance was somewhat lacking, and he did not need to participate if he couldn’t figure it...