Song Yan was slightly taken aback.
He carefully recalled the qin piece from earlier. Its melody had been like swimming fish, like towering mountains, its technique exquisite-truly the work of a master.
Yet he could hear nothing of the sea in it.
Could it be that my imagination is too poor? Song Yan thought as he walked.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded behind them.
"Please wait, fellow Daoists."
Song Yan and Xiao He turned around together. The man they saw was middle-aged, dressed in loose, plain white robes, with an ancient qin on his back.
It was none other than Master Ye Yin, who had played the qin earlier.
He had risen and left after finishing his performance, yet here he was now. Perhaps something had delayed him.
Song Yan asked, "Greetings, Master Ye. What can we do for you?"
Master Ye Yin's gaze never left Xiao He, his eyes full of admiration and delighted surprise.
"I happened to overhear what you two said earlier. I hope you won't take offense-"
It was not that he had wanted to eavesdrop. Song Yan and Xiao He had spoken normally rather than transmitting their voices, making no attempt to conceal their conversation. It was perfectly normal for someone to hear them.
Ye Yin asked, "Young lady, did you pass the Qin Dojo's test earlier?"
A test?
Song Yan and Xiao He stared at each other.
Now they remembered. Each of the Mind-Cultivation Dojos offered trials and tests, with prizes for the first few people to complete them.
But neither of them was particularly interested in the Zither Dao, nor did they have any accomplishments in it. They had completely forgotten about it.
Xiao He glanced at Song Yan. "I didn't take part-are we not allowed to leave without taking part?"
"Uh,