Stolen

Jiang Yucheng's voice floated over. "I'm just here to take a look as usual. You may leave."

"Yes!"

By the sounds of it, it seemed that the guards who were manning the zither room had left.

Jiang Yucheng took out a key to unlock the doors.

Creak!

He entered the room and turned around to close the doors. Then, he looked around the zither room, which was as quiet as usual.

Everything looked about the same as if nothing had happened here. His gaze then shifted to the antique zither.

The broken string hadn't been repaired to date.

As countless memories replayed in his mind as if they had just happened yesterday, Jiang Yucheng's face slowly darkened. He retracted his gaze, walked over to the table at the side, and sat down. He then closed his eyes and slowly let out a long breath.