Chen Tianlong was still suspicious when he suddenly heard a melodious sound of a zither. He pulled Wu Mengting along, following the music to arrive at a small pavilion.
Inside, a woman in her thirties was quietly playing the zither, its sound melodious and winding, making people linger and return.
At this moment, Wu Mengting went over and gently asked, "Sister, why are you playing the zither alone here?"
The woman slightly raised her head and smiled, "I'm the one managing this bamboo grove, so I'm playing alone."
"Oh? You're here alone, doesn't that make you very lonely?" Wu Mengting asked, somewhat surprised.
"Hehe, you're really cute, young lady. Actually, I'm used to it, having stayed here for decades."
"Ah! Decades? Do you mean you've lived here for decades? Twenty years?" Wu Mengting thought she misheard.
"Young sister, you needn't be surprised. I've stayed here for over eighty years," the woman replied.
