Mei Zihua rose to the sky, luring the vengeful spirits away. This made Cheng Tong and the others let out a breath of relief before they asked in a worried tone, “Will anything happen to him? This place isn’t safe, and he’ll be in danger if he loses his way.”

“Don’t worry. He might not seem reliable, but he’s strong.” Lin Yun said casually.

“Who is he? His attainment in music dao doesn’t look simple, and his name should be at the Nirvana Banquet, right?” Someone asked curiously.

“Mei Zihua.” Lin Yun replied.

This instantly made Cheng Tong’s group of three surprised. He asked, “He’s Mei Zihua?”

Everyone quickly turned their heads over and saw a crimson radiance being emitted from Mei Zihua, forming into a vermilion bird beneath his feet. No matter how the vengeful spirits chased after him, they couldn’t catch up no matter what.

“He’s a descendant from one of the Ten Musical Clans?” Cheng Tong asked in a shocked tone.

When Lin Yun nodded his head, Cheng Tong exclaimed, “He doesn’t look like one at all.”

There were rumors that this descendant of the Ten Musical Clans had...