"That was incredible, I don't even know how to put it into words..."
"Someone, bring me a sword! This humble monk shall perform a little dance."
"(╥╯^╰╥) I'm about to suffocate just listening to him play for so long. Does Ye Chen seriously not need to breathe? His lung capacity is terrifying."
"The breaths were too obvious, and his fingers still weren't nimble enough. Some notes weren't quite in tune either, and there was no sense of immersion—he was just stiffly copying every syllable. Those are all my flaws. I need to fix them!"
"Too late, there's no time! You've already been chopped into paste by a forty-meter blade! Make sure you fix them in your next life!"
"Too much showing off. At the very least, my ears don't like it. Strange how the more flashy something is, the more people seem to like it..."
"The guy above says Ye Chen is showing off? Hahaha... If I had skills, I'd show them off too. If you had them, you would too. No one's stopping you. Rather than showing off, it's more like he poured his own feelings into it. I'm no professional, but I just think it sounds good. This piece is one of a kind under heaven."
"Exactly. You need actual skills before you can show them off. Ye Chen must have practiced the flute until he reached mastery to perform this well. And he put so much emotion into it that the man and the melody became one. It reaches not only the ears but the heart, drawing people into its world and leaving them unable to stop listening."
"Ten years for the flute, a hundred for the xiao; the erhu will break your back. A thousand years for the pipa, ten thousand for the zheng; only the