"Xu Lin's piece should be quite good, right?"
After finishing the final version of the composition, Xu Lin went to the restroom.
Pei Danqing couldn't help but ask Wu Zongting, who was carefully reviewing the sheet music.
"The tiger strums the zither and the phoenix wheels its chariot, immortals, like hemp!"
Pei Danqing only saw Wu Zongting recite this line of poetry.
She didn't quite understand and was about to ask what it meant.
Then Bastard confidently said, "He is one of the immortals!"
Pei Danqing was quite astonished, mainly because Wu Zongting had been at odds with Xu Lin before, yet now he was giving Xu Lin such high praise.
Bastard highly praised once again, saying, "This piece is very, very good. Your show can be elevated by a level or even several levels because of it! It's not an exaggeration to say that in ancient times, in that intensely culture-worshiping era, he could carve a corner of history for himself and leave his mark with this piece!"
