Cultivating Spiritual Power

"Young Master is so pitiful!" Huan Xue supported her chin with both hands and looked at Ling Han in a daze.

"Sigh, who would've thought that Brother Ling is such a capricious person, to actually go so crazy for love. Please allow me to sing a song in his honour," a tall, thin man said. He was one of the ten captains, Fu Xiang.

"Oh, my love—" He began to sing, which also caused those around him to cover their ears.

This guy was clearly tone-deaf, yet still had a good opinion of himself. He kept thinking that everyone would not appreciate him, and when he had the chance, he would use his singing voice to brainwash them, so that others would accept the "fact" that he was the God of Songs.

"What are all of you doing here?" Lian Xuerong walked onto the deck, a hint of displeasure on her pretty face. This was too outrageous. They were all warriors after all.