Chapter 372

• A sound of a zither suddenly resounded out, it was like a scene of lofty mountains and flowing water, causing one to be refreshed in spirit.
• Duan Ling Tian glanced over, he saw the Dark Roc had its wings opened wide and its back was like flat ground, a young man in white robes inlaid with silver sat there cross-legged, and was plucking his zither in concentration...
• Every time his hand descended, a beautiful tone would arise.