As they say, trust is mutual. Yin Qingqing was the first to offer hers to Zheng Xiu.
Yin Qingqing nodded. "Yes."
A moment later, she released Zizi's zither. The process of releasing it was identical to storing it: a fingernail-sized human skin package instantly expanded, resembling a large mouth as it spat the zither out.
"Here, try it on me!"
Zheng Xiu pointed at himself, his curiosity piqued.
Yin Qingqing's calm expression finally broke. She was utterly dumbfounded.
Zizi and her three companions were even more astonished.
Qing Shisan, who had been secretly perched on the eaves listening to the music, flipped down and landed on the ground. He appeared silently at the entrance to the main hall. Blowing a smoke ring, he said softly, "Master, you must not place yourself in danger."
Countless shadows flickered atop the walls.
The Brotherhood chanted in unison, "All is illusory, all is permitted."
