"Sound of heart?" Ye Qingxuan looked up in shock. His Eye of Silence looked past the semi-transparent griffin and fell onto Sam. In his semi-transparent body, countless rhythms had combined into one tempo. The tempo resonated with the sea of aether. It poured into the music score, performing its own effect. This was 'Foehn Wind,' the sound of heart that only musicians loved by Saint Agni!
Burning wind instantly swept through. The mass of iron was swept in and burned instantly, creating a stream of melted iron that solidified in midair. In the crowd, the musician's expression flipped. He tried to escape but it was too late!