Following the guard, Jiang Lu meandered through several turns and arrived at a room.
There seemed to be something written on the door, but Jiang Lu was illiterate and couldn't understand it at all.
After leading Jiang Lu to the doorway, the guard left, and his departing manner made it hard for Jiang Lu not to suspect that the guard had suffered some setback here and had developed a psychological shadow.
"So that means you're quite capable, huh?" With the mindset of watching a lively scene, Jiang Lu pushed the door open right away.
In the room, an old man with white temples sat cross-legged on the floor, beside him was a harp being crafted, and in his hands were the unstrung harp strings.
Behind him on the wall hung various musical instruments; some were passed down to later generations, which Jiang Lu could recognize, while others he had never seen before.
