After dinner, having shaken off the questioning of two beauties, one big and one small, Li Xin felt a great sense of relief. If it weren't for his clear understanding of the situation, he would have thought they were going to pry into every detail.
Li Xin took out his bamboo flute and began to polish it. There wasn't much of a problem with its tuning. He remembered putting in quite an effort in his school days, at the expense of the school's bamboo grove. In both lifetimes, it seemed there was only one trait that persisted—like having seen a ghost.
He took out a small knife to refine the bamboo flute even further. It had to have both tuning and aesthetic appeal. Looking at the overall result, his craftsmanship hadn't declined, and because of his current strength and abilities, he could easily achieve effects he couldn't before. Perhaps he could make a living out of this.
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