Hearing Li Yibai's invitation, Guan Ping frantically tugged at Chen Changsheng's sleeve.
"Sir, stop talking."
"She really is incredible at playing the zither. You can't beat her."
Seeing Guan Ping's anxious expression, Chen Changsheng turned and said, "Girl, sometimes saving face isn't that important."
"Being too afraid to step forward is the most shameful thing."
"As long as you aren't embarrassed while living in this world, then the embarrassed one will be someone else."
With that, Chen Changsheng brushed Guan Ping's hand aside and strode toward the center of the banquet.
Seeing this, Li Yibai also yielded her seat and made an inviting gesture.
Slowly taking his seat and gently stroking the ancient zither before him, Chen Changsheng spoke.
"I only have a smattering of knowledge about The Way of Vocal Music. Those who truly understand refined music are a thousand, even ten thousand times better than I am."
"Today, my performance will only grasp seven parts of its True Meaning. Listen carefully."
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng began replacing the broken string.
Watching Chen Changsheng's practiced movements, Li Yibai knew that this man was absolutely well-versed in music.
Meanwhile, Guan Ping muttered softly from the corner, "Chen Feng, do you think Sir looks like someone who understands The Way of Vocal Music?"
Hearing this, Chen Feng glanced at Chen Changsheng, who was tuning the strings, then thought of Chen Changsheng's usual conduct.
"I don't think so. I've met many children of great clans proficient in Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting."
"Without exception, they were all gentle and refined. Someone as willful as Brother Chang Sheng—I've truly never seen one before."
Upon hearing that, Guan Ping had already begun imagining the embarrassing scene that would unfold shortly.
Yet Chen Changsheng, seated before the ancient zither, paid no heed at all to