Chapter 162 Art Festival 4_1

The grand hall that had just been filled with noisy commotion instantly fell silent, leaving only the extraordinary notes echoing through the air.

Xia Jiaojiao's eyes widened in disbelief. How could she, she play the ancient zither?

And it wasn't just that she could play, she also managed to capture the melody and tone so perfectly!

How could this be possible?

She was just a country girl!

At this moment, Xia Ningxing seemed to enter a realm of her own, immersed in the notes, her hands moved even faster.

A more astounding sound emerged than before.

In an instant, all the spectators envisioned a scene of ancient battlefields with thousands of soldiers engaged in combat.

The sky grew dark with dense clouds, thunder roared and lightning flashed, the air was filled with an unsettling scent of blood, as if the world was ending.