The black light condensed and covered the flute's whole body, leaving a black shine, jade-like body. The golden thread was dancing while it sews itself on the flute's body.
After an unknown time, Xiao Ling's hands were feeling dumb.
They were lost, both of them in a daze. Neither of them moved over the flute's body changed completely. And what amazed Xiao Ling is the cute, childish, and excited voice that resounded in her mind.
[ Master, you know… It has been centuries since my creation. Not once, not even my own maker could make me acknowledge him as a Master. Only the most talented musician's genius could play me, but neither could make me acknowledge them as a master. However, when you took a step inside this storeroom, I feel that my time to shine finally come, you can make me reach new highs.]
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Xiao Ling, awakening Zhao Qing from his daze.
The over excited Xiao Ling took Zhao Qing's arm and hurriedly spoke…
