Ye Yinzhu's zither music, even without using spiritual power, astonished even the master Qin Shang. Cultivated from a Pure Qinxin since childhood, in this world, no one's music could be as pure as his zither's melody. Just by listening to a single piece, Xing Can had become enchanted with Ye Yinzhu's performance, to the extent that even the Dragon Clan's favorite activity—sleeping—could no longer lure him. For the past three days, he had truly listened to a multitude of zither pieces.
The north wind howled outside the dragon cave, and given the cavern's depth and the absence of spiritual power usage by Ye Yinzhu, his music did not carry outside. Perhaps feeling the sting of his inadequate strength, these past few days Ye Yinzhu had played the zither for longer periods and with even more immersion.