"Indeed, sister, if you like it, I can make one for you too."
Su Qingluo spoke in a cute baby-like voice, her eyes curved into crescents while laughing, extremely adorable.
What she didn't say was that the wonders of a bamboo flute were not limited to playing melodies.
In her hands, the bamboo flute could be a weapon as sharp as a sword. The sword's aura could turn into blades, pick flowers out of the air, leaves from trees, and within a hundred steps, strikes the opponent's pressure points with pinpoint accuracy.
"That's great! At Mingshui Academy, there's a dedicated Master who teaches the Six Arts. I was just considering which musical skills to learn."
Su Ziqin's eyes sparkled: "If you could hand-make a bamboo flute for me, I'll learn to play the flute."
"If sister really wants to learn to play the flute, when we return to Woniu Village, I'll go with father to the mountains to hunt and look for the perfect bamboo to make sister's flute."