C552 The Demonic Melody of Qi Zhe

Zhao Mengdieh spun around abruptly and settled herself lightly onto a parched, gray rock, crossing her legs as she cradled a branch and her Five-String Zither in her lap.

She then gently unfurled a green ribbon from her ponytail, allowing her hair to cascade down like a waterfall dancing in the breeze.

Jiang Hao and the others watched the girl's serene figure