Yin Zhiping himself had the strength of the peak Profound Realm. How could those people's voices escape his ears?
When he heard those people discussing and praising Gong Ziliang's poems, when they mentioned him, their mouths were filled with ridicule, and they were immediately furious.
"Damn couple, if you don't get out in three breaths, I'll tear down this zither shop and bury you!"
As Yin Zhiping shouted, he raised three fingers and pressed down heavily on one.
"Three!"
There was no movement in the attic.
"Two!"
Yin Zhiping pressed down on the second finger, the fierceness in his eyes becoming stronger.
"One!"
The last finger quickly pressed down, and killing intent appeared in Yin Zhiping's eyes.