Yu Jianjia felt uncomfortable and suddenly said, "This zither is made of wood. Its material is strange and ancient. Its sound is loose and transparent, and its sound is quiet, moist, round, clear, and even. The song played by this zither should also be heavenly. It's rare to hear it in the world, and it's almost comparable to peerless music."
Yu Youyao's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but look at her cousin.
Zhou Linghuai's expression darkened. "That's not right. The zither has nine virtues, but the ones who can play them are humans. A person can easily find and select talents, but what is more rare are the talents themselves."
He turned to look at Yu Youyao. After being praised by Yu Jianjia, his lips curled up in a silly smile, and his eyes were filled with smug joy. It was as if Yu Jianjia was happier than anything else when she praised him.
He did not even think about whether Yu Jianjia meant what she said.
