There was no particular reason. If he had to give one,
it was that he was handsome, stylish, and exuded class!
Hou Qing was precisely such an artistic perfectionist!
The word "handsome" could encompass everything about him! Handsomeness was the true meaning of his life!
And to complement that handsomeness, he was now missing one indispensable element.
That was music, playing the xiao or flute. In truth, flutes and xiao had much in common.
As they said, flutes were played horizontally, xiao vertically! It was probably just a difference in artistic technique.
Hou Qing felt that he was not particularly gifted in music. Perhaps Heaven had given him a little too much in the looks department, so his other attributes had naturally been reduced accordingly.
He was not like some people who could learn to play the xiao or flute without a teacher.
He had no talent in that regard, but he believed diligence could make up for it. With the guidance of a renowned teacher, sincerity and perseverance would surely move even metal and stone.
"Master, please accept your disciple's bow!" Hou Qing happily knelt, his expression devout.
"No need for such formalities. I... cough, cough. As your master, I like diligent students like you! Given time, you will surely achieve greatness," Wang Shu said.
Hearing Wang Shu's praise, Hou Qing beamed with delight and said,
"Thank you for your praise, Master. This disciple will certainly not disappoint you."
Wang Shu nodded, casually looking around at the surroundings and at the motionless, graceful figures beside him, completely wrapped in white robes.
Seeing that they did not speak and that their auras were strange, he could not help asking,
"Who are they?"
"Uh..." Hou Qing's expression turned awkward, and he found it difficult to speak.
At that moment, Wang Shu