Chapter 315 (1/2)

The atmosphere in the Intellectual Loft was slightly strange now. This was not something the owner wanted to see. The owner shot a glance at one of the ladies on the second floor.

In that instant, melodious music filled the air.

There was an ancient saying, the girl who plays the pipa covers half her face with the pipa shyly.

Fang Zhengzhi was feeling great. He looked at the shy expression on the girl playing the pipa, a wave of emotions building up inside him. It was no wonder this Intellectual Loft was the most famous one around.

Ping Yang quietened down after hearing the music begin.

Wu Feng has returned to his seat. However, his expression was dark, his fists clenched tightly.

”Young Master Wu, why bother with these people?”

”Exactly! They did not even get invited to meet the Emperor. They are bound to fail.”

”They are just jealous of you.”

All of the other talents comforted when they saw Wu Feng's expression.

Fang Zhengzhi ignored them all. He turned to look at the decorations in the loft. It was designed with four symbols and the Bagua in mind. Furthermore, it seemed to be hiding something...

For a loft like this to be designed this intricately... this world was more complicated than he previously imagined.

Inside one of the rooms adorned with antiques...

There was a thick book on a redwood desk. There were a few letters next to the book, each one written in a different handwriting.

A lady in a black dress sat behind the table, opening each letter one by one. She read each one carefully, contemplating its contents before putting it down.

A bright light shone on the lady's face. Her snow white skin and exquisite features were illuminated. There was a spot of red in the middle of her forehead, almost like a drop of blood in the snow.

”Master!” A servant in black bowed as she entered.

”What is the matter?”

”Master, Young Master Fang and Young Master Yan are in the Intellectual Loft.”

”Okay, I got it, proceed according to plan.”

”Yes!”

This gathering was not just to discuss the court examination. Each and every talent had a wish. They wanted to have a story that would last the ages.

They were powerful when they were sober, and they l.u.s.ted when they were drunk.

How could they not have a story to tell?

The Intellectual Loft was the number one place for 'fireworks' in the entire eight mile street. This meant that they were truly special.

That was the only way that they could remain on top.

Anyone that could attract all the top talents of the capital did not just have the looks and the body.

They also needed extraordinary talents.

Furthermore, they had to be pure and cla.s.sy.

The logic was simple. Any treasure that was easily accessible to others was not a treasure at all. Only those that one could only admire from a distance would be treasured.

Immortal Tune.

She had burst onto the scene three months ago. She was extremely cla.s.sy.Even though she was not the most beautiful, she was the most gentle.

She was as gentle as water. She was also as clear as a spring.

Her name was also representative of her talents. Her music could intoxicate people. More importantly, she was multi-talented.

She knew her poetry, could improvise and finish up others' sentences. Furthermore, she had fantastic penmans.h.i.+p.

Even though she was no match for the famous Yun Qingwu, she had an advantage because she could be seen.

Fang Zhengzhi was enjoying the music and dancing whilst snacking. All of a sudden, he realized that all the talents were on their feet, almost as if they were stabbed in the b.u.t.t.

Then, a red silk cloth dangled from the roof of the loft.

”Is this a show?” Fang Zhengzhi guessed.

”No, Ms Immortal Tune is about to take to the stage. She is about to take to the stage.” Wen Dabao said excitedly.

”Immortal Tune?”

”The top girl in the entire district.” Ping Yang explained.

”Oh.” Fang Zhengzhi understood Wen Dabao's excitement. Top girl? How good could she be?

Just as he was thinking about it, all the lights in the loft dimmed. The only lights remaining were those on the eight stages on the second floor.

Before long, there were red drums on each of the small stages.

”Drums?” Fang Zhengzhi was curious.

This world always valued strings... why would they use drums?

”Ms Immortal Tune!”