Lu Yuan's emotions churned as he listened.
If that was true, didn't it mean almost everything in the world had a corresponding piece of Ancient Music Theory? How was anyone supposed to learn all that?
No, the description of Ancient Music Theory had been clear. Once he cultivated it to a certain level, he could draw all things in the world to him at will, even without composing music.
Besides, Lu Yuan wasn't entirely without confidence. He had the Gray-White Text, something no one else possessed or could even imagine. It could adjust and adapt as he went, pushing his Ancient Music Theory to a higher level.
If it really didn't work out, he could give up. He could see his progress in Ancient Music Theory, after all. He could take his time.
But enough worrying. He would learn it first.
The String Knight watched the hesitation in Lu Yuan's eyes gradually turn to resolve. He understood at once: this young man wasn't going to give up.
"All right, I can tell." Before Lu Yuan could speak, the String Knight continued, "If you really want to learn, come to the Herb Garden every Saturday afternoon, starting the day after tomorrow. I'll have time then. I can teach you a few things."
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up. He rose at once and gave a knight's salute. "Thank you for your generosity."
The String Knight waved a hand and strolled away with his lute in his arms.
Lu Yuan glanced down at the tiny potion-bottle marks on his badge. Add in the String Knight's promise, and this trip had been more than worth it!
By the time he left the Herb Garden examination hall, the sun was overhead.
He had just three things to do next: eat, rest, and wait for the