Fu Gaoyun
Editor: Henyee Translations
The white-robed young man hurriedly moved to pull back the tune. Otherwise, if it was known to others that he, Fu Gaoyun, was actually playing the Descending Lotus Flowers, how would he still have the face to see other people in the future?
However, though Ling Han's playing was completely out of order, the rhythm was filled with a strong ability to influence others, and Fu Gaoyun could not pull the tune back to its original path no matter how hard he tried.
Weng, weng, weng. Dang, dang, dang.
At first, the sound of the qin was still struggling, but it yielded very soon, and was led by Ling Han's tune to play a song of Descending Lotus Flowers.
Peng!
Fu Gaoyun smashed his qin in his fury. He could not control his hands at all. If he continued playing, he would go crazy.
Ling Han laughed, and asked, "So what is this considered now?"