Wang Yi walked into the Music Weaving Factory as if he had stepped into a concert hall. A large number of life-skill instructors and students from the Hundred Skills Academy were gathered there, all sitting quietly, listening with rapt expressions as Beruna played her instrument.
Beruna was now LV3. Lost in her own world, she was completely absorbed in her performance as beautiful music flowed from the piano weaving machine.
Wang Yi didn't know what piece she was playing, but it was beautiful.
When the piece ended, unceasing applause broke out, and Wang Yi joined in.
Just then, an instructor stepped forward to collect the fabric the piano weaving machine had just produced.
"This fabric... it's so exquisite!"
"Indeed. It's like a magnificent painting. If I were a tailor, I wouldn't have the heart to cut it!"
"Imagine the garments you could create with fabric like this!"
"Beruna's craftsmanship is simply incredible..."
