The woman on the second floor heard their words and sighed helplessly.
"Thank you all for your concern. My Old Wei's injuries are getting better."
A burly man seated at a table near the stairs looked at the child beside her and picked up a goose wing from the table.
"Come here, Wei Kid. Have you eaten today? Your uncle has food here. Don't bother your mother while she's working."
The child first looked up at his mother. Only after she nodded her permission did he run over to the table.
A woman in light armor at the table smiled and gathered the child into her arms.
"Come, let your aunt get some for you."
The woman upstairs tidied herself up, then sat on a tall chair and began playing her xiao flute.
A few people listened, but most remained indifferent.
Seeing the once-lively tavern suddenly fall quiet, Sunday set down his wine cup and closed his eyes to listen.
"Teacher..."
"Shh! Show others basic respect. This melody circles back upon itself, beautifully flowing. It is a fine piece. You should listen too."
Yu Feng and the others fell silent and exchanged glances, unsure what Sunday meant.
In a corner of the tavern's main hall, an elderly man and woman paused with their wine cups in hand at Sunday's words. Each saw surprise in the other's eyes.
"Dear."
"Mm. Let's watch for now."
"Grandpa, Grandma, what are you doing?"
A beautiful young woman sitting beside them noticed their unusual behavior and asked curiously.
"Yiran, we'll talk later."
The lilting flute music echoed through the tavern. When the tune ended, the entire tavern went quiet for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.
Several people tossed Copper Soul Coins up to the second floor.
The woman bowed deeply to everyone in