The piece came to an end.
All around was silence.
Many of the Taoist disciples found themselves yearning for this emotion, especially the female Taoist disciples.
At the same time, many Taoist disciples were quietly pondering on something.
Everything was beautiful, aside from the occasional jarring clanging of swords, the splatter of blood, and the snapping of limbs and heads from the nearby Swordsmen.
However, once a Taoist disciple cast a spell to shield these sounds, the place fell completely silent.
"This piece is naturally formed, causing one to be captivated."
A cool and composed Female Cultivator said indifferently: "If this part of the music is modified slightly, it might be more pleasing to listen to. What do you think, Divine Sense sister?"
She inquired.
Jiang Ding's gaze slightly landed on this cool and composed Female Cultivator.
