“This zither… will be called Xun Yin.”
Xinyun lowered her gaze, fingers gently stroking the strings as she spoke.
“Xun… Yin?”
Wen Jiayin felt something was off.
Why did that name sound like someone was @-ing her?
“Xun, as in spirit sturgeon.
These strings are made from the tendons of a spirit sturgeon.
Using one character from its name is fitting enough,” Xinyun explained.
“Fitting, very fitting! It’s a great name!”
Wen Jiayin stopped hesitating at once.
Spirit sturgeons were treasures revered by all music cultivators who specialized in string instruments.
Naming the instrument after it really was appropriate.
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