Seeing that their fellow disciples were either dead, injured or turned into flames, the remaining Lie Dao Sect disciples still did not understand why their people would attack their fellow disciples. However, they had no time to think about this matter, and they knelt down to the east, watching the young master of Lie Daomen standing on the roof, kowtowing his head and shouting for forgiveness. , After three rounds of listening and two rounds of careful reading, Ling Langya knew that the skill of this song lay not in receiving it, but in playing it.