Mo Chen looked at the youth, like he had only just remembered the incident about his dirtied sleeve. A green jadecoloured bamboo flute with a jasper tassel appeared in front of him and he was about to step on it. Just as he was about to call to the youth, he discovered that the youth was already staring at the flute by his feet, and he even reached out to touch the tassel on the flute.
"This flute is beautiful, is it made of bamboo? Where is it made? This shade of green is so eye-catching!"
Once Feng Jiu's eyes landed on the flute, she could not bear to look away. The flute grew in size and there was a spiritual presence coming from the flute. Even if the man in white had stepped on the flute, it would not have mattered. The flute had come alive gently swaying, it was beautiful to watch.
Mo Chen was about to call him when he saw the flute swaying. The youth had already jumped up and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Let go."
