For several minutes, Dongfang Qinzhi and Shuang Meixue performed a duet, playing several different songs. One played on the zither, the other on the flute.
"What do you think of my flute playing, Senior?"
Dongfang Qinzhi turned to Shuang Meixue, smiling. "Your flute playing is already good, but you still need to improve. You missed a few notes earlier, making the music a little unbalanced."
"Haha," Shuang Meixue laughed awkwardly. "I feel nervous about playing with you, Senior. After all, you are an immortal, and I am just an ordinary woman."
Dongfang Qinzhi shook her head slightly. "Whether immortal or ordinary human, everything is Chaos's creation, so you don't need to think about the difference, and you just need to be yourself."
"Are all immortals like you, Senior?"
"Hmm? What do you mean by your question?"
"I mean, are the other immortals as kind and gentle as you?"
