Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1313: Chapter 1313: Offering

“Brother Johan, the tune of your zither seems somewhat sorrowful. Could it be that you’ve taken a fancy to a lady and you’re pining in secret?”

“Darian! Stop teasing your senior brother! But indeed, I’ve recently fallen for a woman. Sadly, she is a girl from the Brothel!”

“In this world, is there a woman that our Shu Mountain cannot have? However, if the Sect Leader hears you playing such a decadent tune in the Zither Garden, I’m afraid you’ll be criticized!”

“Playing the zither, painting, they are all pastimes! There is no high or low in martial arts, nor is there noble or vulgar in music! Even though my skills are not as good as my junior brothers, I, Johan Yarrow, vow to be the number one zither master of Shu Mountain!”

Zither Garden.

Several elders played their zithers here, in an era of great peace and prosperity.

“Report!”

Suddenly!

An urgent voice disrupted the festive and harmonious atmosphere within the Zither Garden.

“What’s the matter!” Darian Yarrow pointed at that disciple, scolding angrily: “How audacious! Your panic disrupts our refined mood! Guards, take him away and execute him with a cane beating!”

“Ah! Junior brother, do not be so hot-tempered!” Johan Yarrow continued to play the zither while soothingly speaking to Darian Yarrow: “He’s just an ordinary disciple, not able to remain unflustered in the face of calamity as we do. It’s quite normal. Otherwise, it should be them playing the zither here, and we should be the ones kneeling over there.”

“Senior brother speaks wisely!” Darian Yarrow said with a smile, then immediately put on a stern face and looked towards that disciple: “Scram! Do this again, and your dog life won’t be spared!”

But the Shu Mountain disciple knelt on the ground with no intention of leaving.

“The Sect Leader… Is the Sect Leader not here?”

It seemed he didn’t hear Darian Yarrow’s words, as he dully raised his head, his pale face covered in sweat.

“How dare you!” This time, Darian Yarrow was thoroughly enraged!

He stepped forward and lifted the Shu Mountain disciple with one hand, asked ferociously: “Dare you show disrespect to me?”

“Junior brother, it’s not worth getting angry over such people,” Johan Yarrow continued to play the zither, speaking calmly: “Young man, learn to be steady. If you want to stand out in Shu Mountain, you must understand how to conduct yourself.”

The music from the zither was melodious, occasionally wailing with sorrow.

Johan Yarrow’s hands never stopped strumming as his face showed rapture.

“Elders, a great army of tens of thousands is pressing up against Shu Mountain from outside!” It seemed that the disciple had finally come to his senses as he said this with terror: “Tens of thousands of troops! Like dark clouds, they’re at the gates of Shu Mountain!”