Ruan Wei was actually well-suited to become a Sound Cultivator.
Her appearance was overwhelmingly stunning, as holy and peerless as a celestial maiden from a storybook. A thin mist had risen in the mountain evening, wisps of vapor condensing around her like light smoke. At that moment, she gently rested Yōuyíng against her, her slender hand lightly plucking the strings, highlighting her ethereal grace.
When Ruan Wei had learned the zither from Cui Yanjun, she felt this tune was very easy to play.
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