"So formidable?"
Lin Tian drew a sharp breath.
Someone with a title like that usually belonged in music history textbooks, didn't they?
And yet, at eighty years old, he was still appearing on a competition's judging panel. That was truly rare.
More importantly—
"He's clearly a great Classical Musician, yet he's taking the lead in opposing classical music?"
Lin Tian did not understand. He looked at the white-haired old man on the big screen.
It seemed the director also knew who the star of this year's judging panel was. The camera specifically switched to Steven, seated in the center of the judges' table.
The old man's deep-set eyes were fixed tightly on the stage.
His expression was far from relaxed, carrying an air of unyielding authority.
Just looking at him was intensely oppressive.
"That's right."
Gan Yan Yu's tone turned complicated as she continued.
"Not many people know about this. I only learned from my grandfather that, without Teacher Steven's influence, the International Musicians Association's reform wouldn't have advanced so quickly."
"Isn't that way too strange?"
Lin Tian held his forehead, his expression no longer describable as merely "horrified."
It felt more like constipation.
Ever since the Star Cup, he and Gan Yan Yu had carried the hopes of their predecessors, cutting their way forward with classical music.
He had always believed that his enemies—the true final bosses—were a group of hateful capitalists who wanted to make more money from music competitions, turning the music world into the business world and musical works into commodities. Their suppression of classical music was, at its core, also meant to expand the influence of the competition and make even more money.
Lin Tian had always thought his enemies were simply merchants who understood nothing about music and cared nothing about whether art lived