The performances that followed passed without any further mishaps. Even the audience listened quietly, rarely making a sound.
Gu Tingting's performance of "Dance in the Clouds" also displayed excellent acoustics in the professional concert hall.
Though there was only the faintest, half-veiled trace of artistic conception, it was already enough to draw the audience in and leave them deeply moved.
As the piece ended, waves of applause broke out.
Though many people did not truly understand this so-called artistic conception, they could still feel that the music was brimming with emotion.
The concert lasted two and a half hours, beginning at three and ending at five-thirty.
"Ling Xi! Ying Jie!"
After the performance ended, Liu Jingqin personally came out to keep the two women for a while. Gu Tingting changed her clothes, then hurried out.
"H-how was my performance?"
Gu Tingting blinked, feeling both nervous and expectant as she looked at Si Lingxi.
"Not bad." Si Lingxi nodded. "The music carries emotion. You've already entered the door."
Liu Jingqin was utterly stunned beside them.
Her daughter's progress over the past two years was enough to make her doubt her own ears.
Especially when it came to plucked instruments like the guqin and guzheng—that artistic conception could draw her so deeply into it.
That was something even many veteran artists found difficult to achieve!
Liu Jingqin knew very well that her daughter's true skill on the qin had long surpassed that of many professors of traditional music or famous guqin masters.
And all of this had come from merely two years of guidance from the woman before her, who looked like a fairy descended to earth.
Yet the qin skills Liu Jingqin considered peerless were, in the other woman's eyes, merely the first step through the door.
But when