Mone got up from the ground, both embarrassed and furious. She had thought she had victory in her grasp and was about to take down Qin Ni, only to be struck by an attack that nearly knocked her unconscious. She still couldn't figure out why the air emitted the sound of a zither and why it carried an invisible force of attack.
Qin Ni's demeanor was as calm as could be, just casually playing the zither, not at all like one engaged in battle. Yet, the attack derived from her music was terrifyingly powerful.
Mone quickly sprinted towards Qin Ni.
Strum... Qin Ni lowered her head without a glance, gently moving her fingers through the air in front of her, as if a real guzheng were placed there.
Mone tried to dodge but was like a headless fly, incapable of perceiving the existence of the blade of dust with her naked eyes.
Her shoulder was immediately pierced with a thumb-sized blood hole.
"What kind of Cultivation Technique is this?" Mone couldn't help but ask.
Strum...
Strum...
