Chapter 123.2
While being stared at by Chi Xuan, Huang Fengqing felt a chill run from her spine for no reason, making her shiver uncontrollably.
A green-clothed girl walking beside Huang Fengqing sensed that something was wrong with her and asked with concern, “What’s wrong, junior sister Huang? Is there something wrong with you?”
Huang Fengqing inspected herself carefully but found nothing wrong, and said suspiciously, “Senior sister Feng, little sister didn’t feel anything wrong with her body. But… just now I suddenly felt a chill, I don’t know if it is just little sister’s illusion.”
“A chill?” You Tong, who was walking in the front, turned around, frowning slightly, “Cultivators usually don’t feel cold for no reason. Could it be that junior sister Huang feels something in her heart?”
Feng Mingyan also became thoughtful, “I heard from the master before that the “Twelve Scores of Tianyun” we practiced can reach the heavens and we could get a glimpse of the heavenly secrets, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages at critical moments. What the senior sister means to say is that it could be a warning that junior sister Huang may face something bad?”
Huang Fengqing was shocked, “No way? Could it be that little sister is going to experience bad luck these days?”
You Tong patted her on the shoulder, “Don’t scare yourself, maybe there are other reasons. After we investigate carefully, we will know the truth.”
As she spoke, You Tong spread her hands, and an antique seven-string zither appeared in her hands.
She closed her eyes, pressed the palace hand, gently closed her slender jade fingers, and slowly twisted them, causing a wisp of music to spread out. The sound of the zither, lingering like running water in a mountain stream, is as crisp as a pearl falling on a plate, and the melody is melodious and harmonious.