The Inheritance from the Precious Tree of the Rosy Dawn

“Jiang Chen, did you hear those notes just now?” Ye Chonglou actually asked Jiang Chen first after he contemplated for a bit.

The lordmaster had formed a habit of always asking Jiang Chen first when bizarre and inexplicable events occurred.

Jiang Chen didn’t deny anything, nodding. “I heard it, and that Zuo Lan seemed rather frightened of them?”

Ye Chonglou sighed. “That playing was able to instantly destroy Zuo Lan’s aura from such a distance away. The cultivation of the one who made a move is absolutely above Zuo Lan’s.”

Zuo Lan was of the earth origin realm. His aura was something that even the combined efforts of the forefathers could barely stand up to.

However, this overweeningly proud character been scared off by just a string of music notes.

Really, there was always a sky above a sky. The gap between the strong and the weak in the world of martial dao was simply too great.

“Jiang Chen, do you know the origin of those notes?”