Accompanied by the zither music, Ximen Qiuhua's mind seemed to be boiling. He closed his eyes and was intoxicated by the zither music. His face was filled with killing intent, and the room was filled with sonorous sounds.
In the space between Ximen Qiuhua's brows, a Primordial Spirit condensed. The moment the Primordial Spirit was completely formed,
Like a torrential rain, it exploded.
Eighteen consecutive bangs exploded into eighteen rain pits.
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The scene slowly dissipated.
An Le's mind withdrew, and the sound of the zither still lingered in his ears, like the trampling of barbarian cavalry.
Sometimes, music was quite moving and could stimulate special emotions. It was where emotions were vented and spread.
Ximen Qiuhua's mental technique was related to music. With his comprehension of music, his Primordial Spirit could become stronger.