C172 Floral Shadow Harpsichord

Bai Wuxia placed the exquisite zither on her long, jade legs. An ice-cold light gushed out of her beautiful eyes. Jiang Xia frowned as he stared at the lyre. He felt that it was a bit strange.

The reaction of the audience was not very strong, but the expressions of the higher ups of the heads of large and small forces clearly changed