Carrying her zither, Ruan Yushu gently walked down from the grandstand in a white dress. Her steps were slow and purposeful and as she walked on the floor she looked both serene and humble.
After showing her respects to the old emperor, she knelt down on her heels and laid the zither down across her knees. In comparison to Meng Qi's relaxed posture from a moment earlier, she was all the more at peace with where she was sitting. It was as if the ground wasn't dirty at all, but rather a pure white moonlit palace.
Her every movement was cool and composed which allowed the crowd to collect themselves as they calmly awaited her performance.
"A master is simply on another level..." Meng Qi sighed inwardly.
With her left hand fretting the string, she used her right hand to pick, producing a melody that unfolded into a picturesque scene of wild geese taking flight within one's mind.
