He traveled thousands of miles to obtain millennium-aged paulownia wood from the Southern Mountain and soaked it in forty-nine medicinal herbs, then gently roasted it over a warm fire for eighty-one days before taking it out. It was then dried under mild sunlight for a hundred and eight days, making use of the strings from that orange Zither—the ones that contained my spirit, he spent three years crafting a new Zither, Cascade Beads.
"I became the Zither's Soul of Cascade Beads."
The orange world disappeared, and everything around me returned to reality. Ye Yinzhu suddenly realized that his face was wet, and only then did he notice that he had long been in tears.
Shining tear drops fell on the shining zither strings, splitting into innumerable smaller beads that silently rolled off. It was uncertain if it was the person crying or the zither itself.