บท 270: 102 Alian's power, the aloof and hypocritical Young Master Jiang_1

"Xinjie," Pu Xiaohan remembered the Dean Jian and pondered, "Alian plays the guzheng, let her give it a try."

Weng Qi took a melon seed from Jiang He's hand, "Exactly, exactly."

Xinjie stared at Bai Lian's face, which under the setting sun looked lazily elegant like the flowing moon, luminous but not demonic, her composure seemingly casual yet each movement was steady and composed, confident without lacking humility, skilled in spear fighting and the guzheng...

She felt a sense of absurdity.

This must be the Miss Bai recorded in the history books, right?

Coming back to reality, Xinjie said, "Miss Bai, Yan Lu is greatly indebted to you this time, thank you."

Of course, even if Bai Lian said she could compose, Xinjie still wasn't entirely at ease.

She was also trying to find someone in the circle.