Huangfu Yihui was indeed neither hurried nor slow, raising his hand to stroke the zither.
The gentle and smooth melody slowly flowed from beneath his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, it felt like entering a jungle environment, surrounded by lush forests and bamboo groves, where floating goblets danced on flowing streams, and cute little animals surrounded them, with birds chirping and cicadas singing, making one want to sit down on the ground and enjoy this infinite scenery.
But in the next moment, the sound of the zither changed, its aggressive and fierce notes slicing through the serene jungle, as if a leopard had charged into the peaceful scene, viciously tearing it apart, disrupting the original exquisiteness; just moments ago, the merry little creatures had instantly turned into blood and corpses.
Blood dripped from the leopard's teeth, its fierce gaze intimidating the little animals.
The little animals shivered and curled up together trembling...
"Squeak squeak..."
