Fan Ning walked towards the musicians' booth and chatted for more than ten minutes after the rehearsal. Half of the students here were still there, discussing in groups of twos and threes.

In the woodwind section at the back, there were several boys chatting with the new flute girl. I don’t know whether they were asking for music questions or just chatting up. She has a petite and cute appearance.

Her soft and lively voice is indeed very popular.

With a polite smile, Joan was responding to them one by one, and finally stood up after seeing Fan Ning walking over.

"Miss Nehemiah, please go ahead and see you tomorrow." "See you tomorrow." "Professor Fan Ning, see you tomorrow."

Seeing that Fan Ning seemed to have something to do with her, the musicians said goodbye wisely and left the venue.

"What happened to you today?" Fan Ning sounded worried and confused.

"I'll tell you on the carriage." Qiong bit her lip gently, lowering her head to collect her flute and sheet music.

The two walked out of the conservatory.

"Going home? Miss Nehemiah?" the private coachman asked after the two of them boarded the car.

"Uncle Gordon, let's go to Woodpecker Consulting first." Joan said.

"What's going on?" Fan Ning asked her again after sitting across from her.

"Caron, thank you for your efforts over the past six months to help me collect the radiant spirit liquid." The girl said this first.

"...You're welcome...Why are you bringing this up?" Fan Ning was confused.

"My memory recovery about 'Purple Bean Cake' is going very smoothly. Although the details are still missing, there may be key gains soon."

"A good thing? Why this expression?" Fan Ning saw that her lips were not even a trace of blood, and couldn't help but be more confused, "What bad information did you recall?"

The girl shook her head: "Caron, do you still remember our chat after encountering the aberration incident that day when we came out of Prudence Auction House?"

"Remember, about your past promotion to a knowledgeable person, right?"

Fan Ning recalled: "...you said that in the past few years, you would go to a small town named on the outskirts of the city for vacation every time. It was your family's ancestral home and manor. You liked to practice the flute in the attic, which always made you happy.

Inspiration bursts out, and later you accidentally glimpse the secret entrance in the dream..."

"...Yes." The girl curled her lips, "I was chatting with my dad last night and we accidentally came up with this topic. He said that I was making fun of him..."

"What do you mean?" Fan Ning touched his hair.

Joan's face became even more ugly: "He said that it has been nearly seventy years since our family moved to our current address in Ufranser, and the place where we live now is considered our ancestral home."
Chapter completed!