C638 Undulation

After Zhongli Yun finished, she nodded at Sikong Banyu, indicating that he could begin. Sikong Banyu gently caressed the strings with his slender fingers. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he'd last played a melody. He remembered that the zither was a part of him because the lute had become a part of Han Qingming.

The mountains were high and the streams were gurgling