"Hummm..."
A tremor sounded. Fu Miaohan played the ancient zither, emitting a series of sounds like flowing water, instantly refreshing and calming the agitated heart.
Even Ye Chenfeng, accustomed to overindulgence, flashed a look of astonishment. Fu Miaohan indeed possessed real ability.
For those now pursuing a high-status lifestyle, Fu Miaohan indeed had a great attraction.
Immediately, Uncle Kun's erhu started to pull, its sound not harsh in the slightest but rather melding with the zither's tones as if they were heavenly music.
Using modern terms, this kind of sound could make one's ears "pregnant."
At the beginning, the rhythm was slow, like a spring breeze and a silent drizzle, miraculously drawing people into the melody, immersing them, unable to extricate themselves.
"High mountains and flowing water!" Li Tianfeng remarked.
Li Qiuming looked at Li Tianfeng with considerable admiration.
Everyone present, except for the downcast Ye Chenfeng, appeared intoxicated.