Yixuan fell silent for a moment.
The words of his second elder brother were indeed quite sharp.
After a long while, he could only chuckle lightly. "Otherwise, what can we do?"
Yes, what else can we do?
Shu Yu had gone, and the guqin was his treasure. After carefully placing the guqin in its place, he caressed the instrument's body with lingering affection.
This qin was rather old, and upon careful calculation, it seemed to be about as old as he was.
