The Fast Method

In the large library of the old building, sparse instrument strings hovered in the air. They crisscrossed, wrapping around the youth. As his fingers pressed down, a crisp crack-like sound was produced. The sound was distant, and its echoes snaked up to the ceiling beams.

Before him, Lola’s eyes were slightly upset. "Long time no see, Jiu Xiao Huan Pei. Sadly, you’ve fallen into that guy’s hands and won’t be used to your full potential."

Hearing the bitterness in her voice, Ye Qingxuan snickered. "Would you take it if I gave it to you?" With that, the strings were pushed forward. Lola’s eyes grew angry and she glared at Ye Qingxuan. It would be okay if it was a regular harp, seven-stringed or twelve-stringed instrument, but Jiu Xiao Huan Pei was the kryptonite for demons. No one knew how many demons had died because of it over thousands of years.