"Zheng—zheng—zheng—"
Lu Zheng played casually, and a section of "Ping Sha Luo Yan" resonated, with a melody of crisp autumn air, tranquil sands, cloud journeys stretching thousands of miles, and harmonious cries at the sky's edge.
Duan Changzai blinked, surprised at how pleasant it sounded.
The shopkeeper was also taken aback; although he crafted and sold zithers and was knowledgeable in this field, he realized he had never heard the piece played by the young master before him.
"A new song? Was it composed by this gentleman?"
However, just as he was about to listen attentively, Lu Zheng had already stopped, "Not bad, let's switch to another zither, and I'll try again."
"Alright, alright, please wait a moment!" The shopkeeper nodded continuously, pleased that an expert in zither skills was playing their instrument, he hurriedly brought out another Falling Leaves Zither to replace the Phoenix Tail Zither.
"Zheng—zheng—zheng—"
