Chapter 125: Golden Sparrows Danced Across the Sky, Nine Bells Rang

"Boom!" The qin's note thundered through the air, drilling into bone and blood. Harris Scurr and Creed Yale both arched backward and spat out mouthfuls of blood before they were flung away like broken kites, crashing down in a miserable heap. Faces all around shifted. The few from Nirvana Hall, in particular, stared so hard their eyes nearly bulged. "It's The Manual. It's Senior Brother Clark Letherdale's 'The Manual'." Bryson Guyver clenched his fists, then shot a taut, disbelieving look at...