“Do you have erhu?”

“I don’t have one. It’s too difficult and impossible to master without a mentor.”

“Me too, what should we do?”

“Junior Brother Ye needs an erhu!” The female disciples were anxious as they looked at Ye Qingtian dodging in mid-air. They couldn’t help feeling heartache while looking at Ye Qingtian. But the erhu had reappeared not too long ago, and few people owned one aside of those musical clans.

“No one has one?” The corner of Lin Yun’s lips twitched, and he couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. He quickly lowered himself and narrowly dodged an incoming soundwave. When he lowered his head, the moon was reflected in the lake created by Nie Wushuang,...