The sound of the harp lingered, sometimes gentle, sometimes soaring, with a clear rhythm and flow.
It was like the prelude to a certain movement, and this young man's goal was similarly clear.
He ignored the others outside the village and rode the white horse straight toward Zong Shen.
Zong Shen simply turned around, facing this young man with great interest.
Accompanied by the harp music, the young man reached Zong Shen.
He showed Zong Shen a brilliant smile.
The music paused, and he nimbly dismounted, waving his bow hand in the air in a half-circle, placing it on his left chest.
His right hand held the stringed instrument behind his back, bowing to Zong Shen.
Zong Shen nodded slightly to him, acknowledging his gesture.
Only then did the young man stand upright and resumed playing, this time the true main song.
The music became lively.
The young man's body began to sway slightly.
With a joyful expression, he drew the bow, his body swaying in rhythm with the music.
