South Wind's New Qin

In the Burial God Great Wilderness, within Small Mountain Village.

A clear, resonant qin melody rang out, like swallows chirping in early spring and water tinkling over stones.

At that moment, Li Fan sat upright before a newly crafted ancient qin. After testing its tone, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

—A few days ago, Nan Feng and the others had gone to rescue the little monkey, and Nan Feng's qin had been lost.

So, with nothing else to do, Li Fan had chopped some paulownia and catalpa wood, gathered some silk strings, and worked at it with axe and chisel, grinding and tempering it until he had made a new seven-string qin.

Now the seven-string qin was completely finished. He had just tested its tuning, and it was quite good.

The craft I learned from the system hasn't grown rusty after all.

In fact, when the system had previously made him learn the qin, it had rewarded him with one. But although that qin was excellent, it was difficult to play, and Nan Feng was not yet suited to use it.

After finishing the tuning, he rose and sat to one side, leisurely drinking tea while taking a look at the little animals filling the courtyard.

A group of little animals was having the time of their lives.

The newly arrived little Golden Monkey was lively and mischievous. It had already become thick as thieves with the little Kirin, the little Golden Ox, and the others.

It often jumped onto the little Golden Ox's back, sometimes slept beside the Kirin Tree next to the little Kirin, and occasionally even went to the pond to bare its teeth at the little Black Fish. But whenever the little Black Fish lightly leaped from the water, the monkey was usually scared