her hand, as white and slender as sheep's fat jade, gently caressed the strings of the qin. The music flowed like running water, attracting birds to fly and circle around the fairy pavilion."This tune...was Yang Pan.His gaze swept across the ancient hall, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.He could feel it, the Panhuang Shengling Sword within him was trembling, as if some kind of resonance had occu...