In just a short time, Qi Shan had already doubted himself several times.
Young Master Shen and the young man were on the same wavelength. Sandwiched between them, Qi Shan stuck out like a sore thumb, and the two kept giving him questioning looks that said, "Can you even do this?" He had never suffered such indignity!
The more Qi Shan thought about it, the angrier he got. He wanted nothing more than to smash his Jade Flute.
The most infuriating part was—
When the song ended, the young man set down his drumsticks and looked at Shen Tang with sincere eyes. "A thousand gold pieces are easy to find, but a true kindred spirit is hard to come by..."
As expected, there was only one kindred spirit who could strike straight at his heart. Everyone else (meaning Qi Shan, who was so out of tune with them) was vulgar!
Qi Shan, who understood what the young man meant: "..."
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He really did hate this tribe.
As mentioned before, when Qi Shan was young, he had traveled far and wide with a friend. Their travels had taken them to the young man's hometown—
A hidden, peaceful Peach Blossom Spring, cut off from the outside world.
Though this tribe kept to themselves and seldom communicated with outsiders, their customs weren't conservative or closed-minded. On the contrary, they were quite bold, warm, cheerful, and passionate...
The women of the tribe were no different.
After Qi Shan and his friend had stayed there for a few days, several girls from the tribe had blocked their door and serenaded them with lyrics that were blunt and racy. Things like "Tonight, my darling comes to my bed," "We'll fight all night without leaving the sheets," and "My rooster crows, then my darling goes"... They