Old Zhao seemed to have long understood their taste for mischief. He had clearly encountered similar trials and difficulties in his own time. But when he looked at Huai Shi, his gaze was imperceptibly tinged with a hint of curiosity.
He wasn't worried about Huai Shi being dejected or becoming demoralized if things went south at such an important event. After all, so-called geniuses need to have such a degree of resilience; otherwise, why bother to perform? Wouldn't it be better to have fun at home instead?
He was merely curious about how Huai Shi, with his rapidly improving Ability, could interpret this tumultuous melody, believed to have originated from the devil, to what level.
For this group of old-timers, it was just the last bonus question on the test. It wouldn't earn any extra points even if answered, but only those who could answer were truly good students.
So, where was Huai Shi's limit?