"Master Zou, regarding the recruitment, have you decided on your next disciple yet?" A group of adults sat before Master Zou, who was renowned as a top zither expert in the Lower Heavens and also the previous owner of the Soul Ensnaring Zither.
"Not yet. There are so many promising applicants, and I only have one slot left, so I am having a difficult time choosing." Master Zou said as he calmly brushed his long, white beard.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and a veiled figure nobody there recognized walked inside.
"Who dares interrupt—"
An awe-inspiring and unparalleled presence enveloped the room, leaving everyone in a state of paralyzing awe and fear.
While the room was filled with silence, the veiled figure walked to the center of the group and asked them in a cold voice, "Which of you is surnamed 'Zou'?"
"T-That would be me… Dare I ask your identity, senior? And why are you looking for me?" Master Zou raised his hands which were still trembling in fear.
The veiled figure then spoke, "The Soul Ensnaring Zither that I had left in your ancestor's hands for safekeeping — why did you give it away?"
"The Soul Ensnaring Zither?! Impossible! You can't be the Zither Goddess!" Master Zou exclaimed in utter shock as this realization dawned upon him.
The veiled figure suddenly retrieved a thin-bladed sword and pointed it at Master Zou's throat, yet nobody in the room dared to move a finger, their bodies still frozen in fear.
"Answer my question!" she demanded.
"The Soul Ensnaring Zither has been with my family for over 25,000 years, collecting dust all the while because nobody could play it," Master Zou explained, and he continued, "I was never informed of its purpose, entrusted to us for safekeeping. Thus, I believed that if anyone possessed the ability to play it, they should rightfully inherit it."
After a moment of silence, the veiled figure asked, "The person who inherited it… This 'Yuan'. Where can I find him?"
"I'm sorry, but I do not know. However, I know someone who may be able to answer your question, Zither Goddess."
"Fei Yuyan. She's a disciple from the Dragon Essence Temple. She was with Yuan, and they seemed quite close with each other."
"..."
After another moment of silence, the veiled figure spoke, "Given your familial ties to my dear friend, I shall not chastise you for parting with my cherished zither."
"T-Thank you, Zither Goddess!"
"Stop it."
"Excuse me?"
"That nickname. I never liked it."
"Then how shall I address you, Senior?"
"By my name, Tan Songyun."
After saying those words, Tan Songyun lowered her sword and walked out of the room before disappearing like a ghost.
"That was the Zither Goddess? She's quite different from what I've heard..." one of them whispered, his voice filled with bewilderment, long after her departure.
"Right? I always thought she was a benevolent goddess," said another.
"That was probably the Zither Goddess from 25,000 years ago. People can change a lot in a year, much less thousands of years," another sighed.
Meanwhile, at the Dragon Essence Temple.
"Amazing! Fairy Fei, you've improved once again!"
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