Shun Long felt another wave of memories slowly waking up inside his mind, as he found himself inside a simple yet spacious room without many decorations.
He found himself sitting cross-legged on a small silver cushion placed on the floor, while in front of him was a black-colored, plucked, seven-stringed musical instrument, that didn't have any supportive legs.
Shun Long only needed a single glance to recognize this, as the instrument of the sages, the guqin.
Even more waves of memories flooded his head at that moment, before Shun Long saw himself raising his right hand ever-so-slightly, placing it right above the seven-stringed instrument.
As his hand was hanging above the guqin, he was unaware that his eyes had a calm look inside them, like a lake that no one could cause any ripples into it, as his finger then gently plucked a single string.
Ping~