At this moment, Ye Tian was not in a hurry to exert his force, but rather wanted to understand the true strength of his opponents.
The four individuals looked up at the same time, leapt effortlessly to the second floor of the private room. Among them, the eldest was Ximen Gaofei, who was nearing eighty years old, but at this moment, he did not look like an eighty-year-old man at all, his figure agile.
Ye Tian picked up an ancient zither from the second-floor loft, propped up the entire zither with one foot while standing firmly on the other.
With both hands on the zither, his fingers fluctuated back and forth, and the zither emitted a pleasing sound.
However, the four people who had reached the second-floor loft could see clearly that although the sound of the zither was pleasant, it carried strong True Qi, swiftly spreading towards them.
Ximen Gaofei stepped forward and pushed out a palm that generated a True Qi powerful enough to contend with Ye Tian's zither sound.
"Bang!"
