"Prostrate in admiration? Let me show you what true admiration looks like!"

Ran Yingying's expression remained unchanged, but her hands moved swiftly. As she spoke, an ancient zither appeared in her hands.

In an instant, the zither hovered in mid-air. Her right hand gathered frost, and as she plucked the strings, a resonant "buzz" was heard.

A chilling aura spread out like sword energy, extending over seventy meters.