"What are you talking about?" The girl's anger rose, yet she was somewhat perplexed, "I told you to hurry over, can you really not hear me?"
"I said—" Ye Wanlan pinched her wrist, "Just come at me, we don't have much time."
The girl suddenly realized, incredulously saying, "You really want to fight with me?"
She dared not provoke Lin Qin, but couldn't she handle Ye Wanlan?
Ye Wanlan's eyes and brows were indifferent.
"Fine, since you are the one who foolishly initiated this, I'll indulge you." The girl sneered, retrieving a long flute from behind her back, "I don't even need a zither to deal with you."
Descendants of the direct lineage naturally all play the zither, but when they go out, they often carry more portable instruments like flutes and sheng.
Ye Wanlan nodded, seemingly smiling, "Indeed, there's no need for the zither."
She remained still, not making any move.
