Without any incense or hand-washing, Old Liu picked up the five-string golden silk zither, and cradling it like a guitar, strummed with his five fingers. Instantly, a remarkably smooth tune, "Hair Like Blood," flowed out. Accompanied by fluctuating vocals, the exquisite music was as fluid as water and as ephemeral as falling flowers, silencing even the chirping forest birds.
The soul-cleansing beautiful music induced a feeling of intoxication, as if one had drunk divine nectar. All the phoenixes stared dumbfounded at Old Liu, their eyes wide, seemingly unable to believe that this muscular brute with such glaring violent traits could have such a delicate side. Among them, Cen Kailun felt the greatest psychological shock, repeatedly wiping her beautiful eyes as she reevaluated Old Liu.
With a "zheng" sound, as the tail note gradually faded away, the "Soul Lock Chain Song's" War Song Halo descended from the sky two thousand yards away, scattering a few orioles perched atop a tree.
