Call of the Phoenix

The ancient wutong's golden leaves swayed. The circling phoenix illusions played and chased around. The sound of the guqin was as crisp as the call of the phoenix.

The youth with white hair dressed in white robes was absorbed in playing his tune. This all seemed like a scene from a flawless painting. It was mesmerizing. Even powerful Renhuangs were still amazed at the beauty of this scene. It was a sight to behold.

Ye Futian's temperament was originally handsome and refined. His young self had now matured, adding on some charm. He seemed like a sage playing the guqin.

What was even more astonishing was that the ancient wutong seemed to comprehend the sounds of the guqin. It let out a rustling sound as its leaves kept swaying and approaching Ye Futian. It seemed as though the wutong wanted to get close to Ye Futian. It gave off the feeling as though it understood the sounds of the guqin. It resonated with it and wanted to dance.