The wind blew through layers of bamboo forests, green waves churning.
Dressed in a hemp robe, his chest partially exposed, the young man, with flowing long hair and a stubble-covered face, seemed wild and unrestrained.
He sat amidst the bamboo, plucking at a seven-stringed instrument, laughing heartily from time to time, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Just then, a voice, gentle yet cool-toned, said, "In the suburban areas of Jiangdu City, where the land is worth its weight in gold, there is a bamboo forest forbidden to ordinary people. Zang Xingyan, you are hiding from the world a little too effectively."
The young man known as Zang Xingyan laughed heartily, strumming the string of the precious ancient instrument to produce a sharp, resonant sound, truly carefree. Zang Xingyan smiled and said, "If this place is off-limits, how did you, Bian Yuchai, get in here? Are you not human then?"
