57 The Battle of the Disciples

Ye Futian's words acted as a slap to the face. The people who had previously insulted Hua Fengliu were now fuming, their expressions dark.

It was a palace celebration and the Art Saint was present. They had simply wanted to get on the Art Saint's good side by badmouthing the Qin Devil. They had never expected for the Qin Devil's exceptionally gifted disciple to appear with a challenge.

The young man sitting behind the qin with clean, carefree eyes seemed somewhat flighty.

Yun Rou and the other dancers stared at his back with infatuation. It turned out that the young qin player was capable of shining so bright.