"What do you think, Mengxue Jun?" Seeing that she was unwilling to leave, I deliberately put on an air of still thinking I had done a pretty good job. Mengxue Jun couldn't help rolling her eyes and said, "You might as well give it a try. If this half-finished piece isn't ruined because of it, then there really is no justice in this world."
"Is that really necessary? Did I draw it wrong?" I asked with a laugh.
"More than wrong? It's an utter mess. It has no structure whatsoever." Mengxue Jun felt that this was a terrible waste of heavenly treasures. After all, the materials of the Seven Great Sects could be called top-tier. Even for people like Mengxue Jun and the others, the finest materials they had come into contact with were actually not much better.
"Then I'll have to ask Mengxue Jun to give me some pointers." I secretly thought that my reckless tinkering had successfully drawn Mengxue Jun in. This woman could never stand to see anyone fool around recklessly, just like when Taihua Jun had dragged her along without asking before. She had been extremely unwilling, yet had been forced into it.
Mengxue Jun furrowed her brows, then, as expected, came over and sat down. She began reasoning things out with me step by step. I put on an expression of half-understanding and half-confusion as I discussed it with her, occasionally voicing my own thoughts as naturally as possible, and managed not to arouse her suspicions.
An hour passed. After discussing and accommodating each other's ideas, we finally arrived at a decent plan. We had even preserved as much of the half-finished flute's tone as possible, while taking into account the musical style brought about by the sword art when using the Taiqing Sword Dao.