The moonlight is scooped up, diffusing the ending, like the timeless beauty of blue and white porcelain, and you smile.
As the song ends, everyone falls silent.
A tune they've never heard before, yet so delightful and catchy, instantly captures everyone's heart.
Bravo!
It was so beautiful.
It's unbelievable that Master Tang is also a grand master in music.
Master, I'll be your fan from now on.
Qiu Yu and Linglong are exceedingly shocked. Others may only think it's pleasant, but to them, it's the creation of a new genre—a whole new style of performance, a brand-new kind of music.
Tang Feng hasn't yet stepped off the stage, and the two masters have already come up.
"Master Tang, please wait."
"Do you have something to say?" Tang Feng sees their eager expressions and is somewhat flustered.
"We really liked the song just now. Could you sing it for us again?" Qiu Yu asks.
"We'd like to become your students," Linglong says.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Sure, no problem."
