Amid the dumbfounded looks of all the musicians, Shen Qiang stood up with a smile and stepped onto the stage without the slightest stage fright. That tall, straight figure and sunny smile not only made the Cultivators present keep their mouths shut, but also made the other musicians look at each other in disbelief.
"Who's this young guy? He's handsome enough to live off his face alone. Is he a rookie from some company?"
"No idea, but that appearance is pretty much perfect, and his demeanor is extraordinary. He's got looks that don't lose to any pretty boy, plus this hard-to-describe masculine dominance. He's handsome in a very flavorful way."
"Such a weird feeling. He's not stunningly beautiful, but he's bright and sunny enough. His clothes are casual, yet he's got this rare overbearing edge. Especially that mocking smile at the corner of his mouth—clearly the air of someone used to being on top. With him writing songs like this…"
