Jingle, jingle~
Black Bull hung those little bells around its neck. Their sound was incomparably pleasant and lingered for a long time, even resonating with the flow of the cascading waterfall. It was quite wondrous.
Its old bells had been refined from mortal materials. The reason it rarely took them out now was that after being used too much, even mana could no longer hold them together—they would turn into a heap of flying ash...
How long something endured truly had much to do with its material. It was not that the longer something existed, the more mystical it became. They had also proven this truth through time.
"Junior Sister, thank you." Chen Xun beamed as he directly hung the suona at his waist. "It seems this thing can accompany us for a long time. It won't break."
He too had often hung the tools of his trade at his waist in the past. Later, though, for reasons similar to Black Bull's, they had been used until they turned to flying ash. It was better to preserve old things carefully, lest they be lost.
"Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Bull, then I'll be going into seclusion." Chu Zhen smiled coolly and waved. "If you come across any musical Dao arts, please keep an eye out for me."
"I have savings!"
At the end, her expression changed slightly as she hastily added that. Who did not understand these two senior brothers' temperaments? They guarded their wealth like dragons!
"Rest assured, Junior Sister!"
Chen Xun spoke solemnly. "As long as the savings are sufficient, Senior Brother can even get you immortal arts of zither music!"
"Moo?!" Black Bull's eyes widened in shock as it stared at Chen Xun. Their junior sister still had to pay Spirit Stones?
"Old Bull, looks like you'll