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my natal spiritual qi weapon, this flute had accompanied me for a very long time." Zhao Qing walked to Xiao Ling's side and reached out to brush the flute. It filled his expression with a sigh and some hidden emotion.
Since his Master gives it to him, he had been searching for a way to make this flute recognize him as its master. However, the flute did not move to his charm in music, less in his proficiency in other musical instruments.
'Who would have thought…' Zhao Qing got immersed in his thoughts.
