章 275: Weak and Fragile

Ye Futian was still playing the guqin. The elevated notes dropped back down and the emperor's will disappeared. Finally, with one last note, the music stopped.

He lifted his head slowly and looked to Qian Shanmu. Ye Futian's clothes were white as snow, unstained by all filth. His eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky and his handsome face seemed brighter now than ever.

My time on earth has yet to end, yet my heart is in the skies. In times of storm and rain, I will turn into an emperor.

As the music ended, the vast space fell into an extreme silence. Countless pairs of eyes froze on the two figures on the battle platform. Qian Shanmu stared dumbfoundedly at the broken string on the zither as if he still couldn't believe he had actually lost.

The Donghua Clan couldn't believe it either. They couldn't accept this.

Qin Mengruo was pale. Her man had lost to Ye Futian in music.