บท 1501: Little Phoenix

After Uncle Lan left, Ye Futian was left alone in the String Pavilion; he was still in a trance.

He had thought that it would take a long time to come to this absolute holy land in Taixuan Region, observe the cultivation of the people in this holy land, and make contact with its top characters.

He did not expect everything to progress so fast just because of a few words from the House Master of Taixuan.

But when he learned that the House Master of Taixuan was one of Lord Taixuan's four disciples, he was relieved.

But this favor would not be easy to return.

Although, officially, he was only the musician caretaker of the String Pavilion, Ye Futian was not so ignorant. He could use any of the Guqins at will and peruse the music scores collected here. What kind of good fortune was this?

Countless many geniuses of Taixuan Region had difficulty even getting to Taixuan Mountain, let alone guarding the String Pavilion.