The sound of the crowd's gasps grew louder. The old masters of the Yin Yang Realm stared gravely at Ruo Xiangyi as if facing a formidable foe.
Ye Wushuang's brow furrowed. 'The zither music was beautiful, but there's no need for everyone to be so wary, is there?'
Shaking his head, Ye Wushuang returned to his original position.
"You weren't affected?" Dii Qingxue asked, turning her head.
"Affected by what?" Ye Wushuang asked curiously.
Ruo Xiangyi's song was indeed marvelous. It had pulled him into a dream where he witnessed a scene of otherworldly bliss: a devoted man and woman, one playing the zither while the other listened intently.
It was an enviable, immersive experience that brought him a sense of pleasure. How could that be considered a negative influence?
Of course, Ye Wushuang didn't know that what everyone else had seen was completely different from his own experience.
