On the stage of Vienna's Golden Hall.
The young man and woman from the East stood onstage with all the freshness of youth, performing together.
For Lin Tian,
today's performance was actually a test.
From the Dragon Qin Cup finals until this performance, Lin Tian had harbored a bold suspicion.
He believed that Gan Yan Yu, who had fought her way out of China's classical music scene,
was already among the world's very best cellists.
It was simply that neither of them had experienced the outside world, and the constant suppression they had suffered in the domestic music scene had created a habitual way of thinking that left Gan Yan Yu without the courage to face that fact.
That was only natural.
Just as no one could call themselves number one in the world before truly claiming the trophy standing atop the mountain.
Not to mention that Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu had not even won the Dragon Qin Cup championship. Even if they were willing to believe in themselves, no one else would acknowledge them.
Therefore,
Lin Tian wanted to test it.
After helping Gan Yan Yu adjust her mindset, he wanted to know.
Whether Gan Yan Yu had truly reached such heights.
And the facts proved—
Lin Tian had bet right.
Every opponent was merely a stepping stone on Gan Yan Yu's path to the top.
There was no need to hold back anymore!
Gan Yan Yu's innate musical talent, her Demon King-like command over the cello.
Back in China, she had used her immersive style of music to lead domestic audiences into an entirely new musical world.
And now, she would use her music to let these people, who had never experienced a "Gan Yan Yu-style performance,"
hear the infectious power of the Demon King just