Most Green Mountain disciples knew little of music, and those on Divine End Peak were even more so.
Jing Jiu did not understand the meaning of this zither piece, but found it fairly pleasant, so he paid it no mind and turned toward the Chan Room.
Qing'er listened intently beneath the veranda. Seeing him approach, she tilted her little face up and asked, "Who is this person? He plays so well. Listening to it gives me a feeling I can't describe."
Jing Jiu offered no explanation. He entered the Chan Room, came up to the mountain-like pile of padded coats, and reached his right hand toward the small exposed portion of Snow Ji's face.
He was rather interested in this sort of high-order bloodline and very much wanted to study her structure, to see how she differed fundamentally from other forms of life-for instance, whether she had a mouth at all-but... in the end, he did nothing and drew his hand back.
This was a cautious choice made for safety's sake. Although Snow Ji should wake in a few more days, why wake her ahead of time and make everyone nervous?
He went to the corner, lifted several quilts, took out the Azure Sky Mirror hidden there, stepped through the round window, and walked to the edge of Snow Lake.
Qing'er did not dare pass straight through the Chan Room. Beating her transparent wings, she became a streak of light and went around the entire building to reach the lake as well.
Standing on the little bridge, Tong Yan followed them to the lakeshore with his gaze and raised his brows slightly. No wonder I couldn't find it, no matter how I searched.
No one dared disturb the sleeping Snow Ji, so naturally no one could discover the Azure Sky