C1219 Chang'an Inner City

The zither resting on the desk was a marvel of craftsmanship, carved from a single piece of wood. Its refreshing fragrance was detectable even from a distance. Agarwood! The sheer value of such a large piece of Agarwood was beyond measure.

The Moon God's eyes settled on the zither, its seven softly glowing strings standing out prominently.

"Spiritual zither!" The Moon God's voice