The wooden box shattered with a crisp sound, breaking into pieces to reveal an intact, milky-white, bamboo-shaped flute inside.
Meng Luoluo reached out and grabbed the flute.
The surface of the flute felt warm, smooth, and delicately comfortable to the touch, with a slight coolness and a certain heft. It was carved with exquisite patterns; although devoid of gold inlay, the nobility of the jade flute was still clearly visible.
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