The light and melodious sound of the zither rang out from Michael's fingertips.
The sound of the zither was like a brush. It created a picture of a high mountain and flowing water with people on the small bridge. It was peaceful and beautiful, floating in front of people.
The next moment.
The sound of the zither changed, and it was full of killing intent, as if there were ambush from all sides. Countless eyes full of killing intent converged with each other, making people feel uneasy and distressed.
Michael briefly tested the music and revealed a smile. He thought to himself.
"As I expected, with my current control over my body, my achievements in the ancient zither can't compare with that mysterious master. But I should have 70 to 80 percent of his ability."
He was even more confident. He turned to look at Tessa and the others, only to find that they were all dumbfounded.