C342 The Root of the Problem Was Dug Out!

In the kitchen, Westley stood alone.

With a pair of chopsticks in hand, he hummed a tune, tapping on an assortment of dishes and cups on the rack.

What appeared to be random, tuneless tapping was actually producing music as smooth and flowing as drifting clouds and running water.

The melody poured out effortlessly.

In that moment, he seemed like a master hidden among the common folk