Chapter 91: If I could fill my hair with mountain flowers, don't ask where I belong.

"If this isn't martial arts, I'll eat my zither," Zhou Ping'an declared.

He felt the karmic fire flickering in his mind, gently pulsing with the lingering notes.

There was no doubt in his mind at that moment.

The sound of the zither was indeed beautiful.

However, there was something amiss with Green Lady, the musician's skills.

So, here came the question: she hid in Washing Flowers Pavilion to play the zither—not likely just for fun, right?

If someone discovered the secret in her zither music, wouldn't it be a loss greater than the gain?

Zhou Ping'an always speculated about the world and its people with utmost cynicism.

If it wasn't genuinely to find a good "husband",

then the purpose of this "Green Lady", at such a great expenditure of effort, must undoubtedly be hidden within the sound of the zither, and all those beneath the stage, including himself, were her "prey".

He had been somewhat unsure of her purpose.