The chirping crickets and crackling sound of their campfire was drowned out by the melancholy song of Sun Xin's flute. Even the sound of Buff Baby's constant bickering with Zuo Shilong was calmed as he continued with the song. Music cast a spell of its own- one that calmed the spirit and soothed the soul. Though Sun Xin played a harmonious song, his face maintained an emotionless expression. The music also put his thoughts into perspective and told his story through a melody that only he could understand.
He needed to stay distracted from the pain of losing his Master Lo, but it was in such idle moments that the pain further intensified. He could not even begin to think what he would say to poor Meiling. Her grief would tear apart his own heart. Sun Xin could not afford to let these feeli
