On the Back Mountain of Dao Sect, Ying Huanhuan wore a white top and green trousers as she sat on a bluestone, an emerald green zither resting across her knees.
Opposite her, Mu Zi's feet hung off the ground, her figure straight and poised as she sat suspended in midair. It was as if an invisible platform lay beneath her. A jade-like purple zither hovered before her, and when the breeze blew past, her white dress fluttered.
The two women wore similar ponytails as they sat facing each other, one charming and lovely, the other pure as an immortal. There was a strange sense of harmony to the scene.
Mu Zi sat quietly in the air, her fingers lightly gliding over the warm purple surface of the zither. Her gaze was calm and indifferent as she looked at the young girl on the bluestone.
Compared with her casual calm, Ying Huanhuan's expression was extremely grave. She looked at the white-dressed woman opposite her with sharp eyes.
The wind stopped. The trees no longer rustled. For a moment, the mountain forest was silent.
After they looked at each other for a while, Ying Huanhuan slowly spoke, breaking the silent atmosphere.
"Mu Girl, please. I will accompany."
In a duet, the one who began took the lead and could play as they pleased, while the accompanist had to echo and coordinate, so the difficulty was naturally greater. Ying Huanhuan asking Mu Zi to take the lead was already an intentional concession.
She had extremely high confidence in the zither skills she had devoted her whole life to studying, and she was unwilling to take advantage of Mu Zi's shallow experience with the zither. She wanted to win fair and square.
However, to her astonishment, Mu Zi shook her head and declined her