When he picked up the vertical flute, Lin Shen's jaw dropped. He watched as the man raised the Xiao to his lips, demonstrating with an oddly solemn expression.
From Lin Shen's perspective, the sight was strange: a hulking man—only slightly slimmer but not any shorter than Wei Wufu—gripping what appeared to be a censored cylindrical object, slowly bringing it to his mouth.
This scene felt a little cringeworthy to Lin Shen, though his eyes couldn't help but fixate on the Xiao hidden beneath the pixelated blur.
A mystical flute—there was a Fire Seed embedded in its structure! This sight genuinely startled Lin Shen. He regretted that he couldn't see its true shape due to the veil masking it.
"Have you ever played the Xiao?" the man asked casually as he fiddled with the instrument.
"Never," Lin Shen replied, shaking his head rapidly.
