A rich and sonorous sound suddenly resonated in the Ancient Moon Studio, startling Guan Kui so much that he almost dropped the painting in his hand...
Duan Rong had one foot already out of the studio's threshold when he suddenly heard a profound and ancient melody, like the desolate footfalls of a giant on the silent, solitary earth...
Duan Rong felt his heart tremble and turned his head...
The winter sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating Lv Qingzhu's profile. She held the xun, slightly larger than a goose egg, expertly between her hands, as her fingers danced deftly across the six holes...
Duan Rong marveled at how such an ancient and vast sound could come from such a tiny object.
After a while, Lv Qingzhu stopped playing and smiled, saying, "Not bad, I can actually play it." She looked at Guan Kui and asked, "How much for this xun?"
Guan Kui stood there, dumbfounded behind the counter. Hadn't the shopkeeper said that no one could play this anymore?
