When Yan Yuexian played the first note, Pei Hong's body froze.
His eyes on the girl on stage grew wider, disbelief almost turning into tangible form and dropping out!
Fuxi Finger Technique!
Why does she know Fuxi Finger Technique too!
Wasn't Fuxi Finger Technique already lost, why has it become as common as street-side cabbage!
To think two people would suddenly know it!
And they're just two little kids.
For Pei Hong, an old man in his sixties, the nineteen-year-old Yan Yuexian was indeed a little kid.
The way he looked at the kid Yan Yuexian on stage, calling it fervent was an understatement!
It was a hundred times more eager than when he saw the Scorched Tail Zither!
If his age and identity were ignored, that look was exactly like a flower thief seeing a naked beauty, ready to pounce like a hungry wolf at any moment.
Pei Hong was finding it hard to contain himself, it was obvious that Yan Yuexian's performance of was superior to Ruan Shushu's just now!
