Chapter 1109: Covert Contest

Luo Ziling sat down, and after plucking the strings a few times, he began to play.

As his fingers danced across the strings, a flow of music even more fluid than Luo Yuqing's poured forth.

"Weicheng's morning rain moistens the light dust, the inn's surroundings are fresh with the green of new willows. I urge you to drink another cup, for beyond Yangguan Pass, there are no old friends. Reluctantly looking back, I can't bear to leave, tears drop and stain the kerchief. No comradeship remains. Emotion stirred, emotion stirred, thinking of you through the twelve hours. Who is there to keep company, who is there to keep company, who could there be? The day rushes by swiftly."

After finishing the first verse, Luo Ziling did not stop his handiwork on the strings but continued to sing and play: