"Sitting idly under the bright moon at night, a recluse plucks a plain zither."
"Suddenly hearing the sorrowful wind melody, it feels like the chanting of cold pines."
"White snow dances with slender fingers; green waters clarify a void heart."
"Zhong Qi has long since passed; there is no one left in the world who understands the music."
It was the same elegant, handsome handwriting, yet this time, the verses above were not riddles, and there was no need for anyone to guess their meaning.
"‘Sorrowful Wind,’ ‘Cold Pine,’ ‘White Snow,’ ‘Green Waters’—these are all famous guqin masterpieces!"
"The next stop is obvious."
"The Guqin Pavilion."
"Isn't that a bit too simple?"
"Do you have a different opinion?"
"…No."
"Regardless, whether it's right or wrong, we'll go and see for ourselves."
Chapter 297