er. Qing Lin had nothing to do with it, but just as she was about to slip away, the Elm Wood Nobleman suddenly handed his flute to her, saying he owed her a favor. Thus, she was kept here by this flut...something. She looked down to see that it was an elm-wood fan. Qi Lin froze for a moment as Yu Mu smiled at her; she looked around and saw no one paying any attention to her, so there shouldn’t be any...