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... frame by the lake. In front of him was a zither.
Although Xiao Changtian’s fingers weren’t as slender as a young woman’s, his skill in playing the zither wasn’t lacking at all.
The beautiful sound of the zither slowly sounded from the zither and spread in all directions.
At the bottom of the lake, Zu Long was also enjoying Xiao Changtian’s music. Under the sound of Xiao Changtian’s zither, the Ancestral Dragon’s body even lit up with a faint yellow light.
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