Chu Mo glanced at Luo Hanshuang, then immediately closed his eyes.
In an instant, Luo Hanshuang's accompaniment began to officially play.
Suddenly, the gaze of tens of thousands at the scene almost completely shut as well.
Soon, everyone felt as if they were on a cloud, wildly uninhibited, or in a rolling river, or running on a battlefield of thousands of troops and horses.
Dong!!
Ding!!
The sound of the strings was like the crisp collision of metal, very pleasing to the ear.
Yet the melody was sometimes fast, sometimes somber, sometimes wild, sometimes at a climax, sometimes low!
Chu Mo stood still, motionless, standing there with his eyes slightly closed, as if everything around him had already drifted away.
Chu Mo, in that music, seemed to be away from the world, holding a longsword, wandering in his own world.
Soon, the music ended, yet Chu Mo still didn't move!
"What's going on? Why isn't Chu Mo moving?"
