"Zheng!"
The piercing notes of the zither assaulted the sovereign in that instant. Each note felt like a sharp blade, not striking the man's body, but piercing his very soul.
"Hiss!"
Caught off guard by the assault on his soul, the monarch sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a violent impact within his spirit. Regaining his balance, he scanned his surroundings and saw a woman seated cross-legged atop the airship, her fingers dancing swiftly across the strings. Each note shot straight at his soul!
"So it was you!"
The monarch's voice darkened as murderous intent flashed in his eyes, fixed on the woman playing. In the next instant, he swept his hand, sending a surge of energy hurtling toward the airship's roof.
Whoosh!
