Peace Order

The youth tapped the sword with his fingers, while his other hand patted his knee, creating sounds like bird chirps, yet the rhythm belonged to that of a traditional tune, equally elegant and pleasant to the ears. Yet suddenly, it transformed, from the refinement of Jiangnan, into a more exhilarating and grandiose spirit.

It was as if the breeze that brushed through Jiangnan had reached Kunlun, then bringing along the bone-chilling millennium coldness to the world. The musician, spellbound, gazed at the young boy, her eyes glittering with admiration.

Li Guanyi smiled, "How about that? If you get better, I’ll teach you."

The musician stared at this young ranger, her mouth opened slightly as tears streamed down her face.

But, with a choked laugh, she whispered softly:

"People like you... don’t live long..."

Suddenly, there was a loud shout: "All right!" Li Guanyi turned to look. The middle-aged doctor rose from his seat, rummaged through a box, and quickly crafted a wooden mechanical hand, identical to that of the young musician. Li Guanyi was stunned and exclaimed, "A Mo Family Mechanism?"

"You’re not a doctor?"

Guan Shier responded, "When did I ever say I was a doctor?"

"I am a disciple of the Mo School. Miss, your hand may be unusable, but luckily, I have materials here originally meant for crafting fine weapons and treasure weapons. These materials allow Inner Qi to circulate within them; theoretically, as long as your meridians are aligned, and you practice your Cultivation Technique, you can control the hand with Inner Qi."

"Then, not to mention movements like any normal person, you can even perform more mystical actions."