That morning, the first session of the competition ended, and it was time for the intermission.
In the backstage corridor of the concert hall, Tuoba Jianhui, accompanied by his assistant Tian Rui, was about to enter his office when a teenage figure blocked his path.
Tuoba Jianhui looked up and saw Lin Tian.
"So, it's you."
"Please give me a clear explanation for what you said onstage earlier."
Lin Tian stared into Tuoba Jianhui's eyes as he spoke.
Tian Rui instinctively moved to shield Tuoba Jianhui, but the old man slowly stopped him with one hand—
"Wasn't it clear enough?"
Tuoba Jianhui said expressionlessly to Lin Tian,
"If no one stops that child's playing, one day, she will run into serious trouble."
"There should be no one who understands that better than you, Lin Tian, right?"
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Hearing Tuoba Jianhui call his name, Lin Tian's heart trembled.
Then a trace of unwillingness flashed through him.
Of course he knew.
No one understood this better than Lin Tian, Gan Yan Yu's partner.
From Symphony No. 40, to Cello Concerto in E minor, to "Por Una Cabeza."
Along the way, through every rehearsal and every performance.
He had personally witnessed the moments when Gan Yan Yu, completely immersed in her playing, nearly lost herself several times.
He also understood the terrible price behind Gan Yan Yu's Demon King-like performing ability.
God was fair.
It granted you the ability to converse with souls.
And in the end, you were destined to fall into hell.
"But."
Just as Lin Tian was about to speak, Tuoba Jianhui pressed an index finger against the teenager's forehead.
"Don't you understand yet?"
Tuoba Jianhui said,
"If this continues, what she devours will not just be herself. She will devour everyone around her as well."
That was the truly