Jingle, jingle~
Big Black Ox hung those little bells around its neck. Their chimes were incomparably pleasing to the ear and lingered for a long time, even resonating with the flowing Flying Waterfall. It was quite wondrous.
Its old bells had been refined from mundane objects. The reason it rarely took them out now was that they had been used too much—even mana could no longer hold them together, and they would turn into a pile of flying ash...
How long something endured truly had much to do with its material. It was not that the longer it existed, the more miraculous it became. They had proven this principle through time as well.
"Junior Sister, many thanks." 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 had often hung his tools of the trade at his waist in the past as well. Later, however, for much the same reason as Big Black Ox, they would turn into a pile of flying ash from overuse. Better to preserve old things carefully, lest they disappear.
"Senior brother Chen, senior brother Ox, then I shall go into seclusion." Chu Zhen gave a cool smile and waved her hand. "If you come across any zither arts, please keep an eye out for me."
"I have a family fortune!"
As she finished speaking, her expression abruptly changed, and she hurriedly added that line. Who did not know the temperament of these two senior brothers? They hoarded wealth~
"Rest assured, Junior Sister!"
Chen Xun spoke with a solemn expression. "As long as the family fortune is sufficient, your senior brother can even get you zither-sound immortal arts!"
"Moo?!" Big Black Ox's eyes widened in shock as it looked