The lilting notes of the piano, paired with that cheerful, hopeful melody, soon hushed everyone in the hall as they listened quietly.
Tang Yuehua's eyes shone with admiration.
The unique nature of her Martial Soul, the Noble Ring, gave her a clear sense of people's hearts, and so she had considerable accomplishments in music as well.
How could she fail to hear the meaning within this piece? For a moment, she felt as though she had searched to the ends of the earth and finally found a kindred spirit.
The four people in the private box also listened to the song, utterly absorbed.
As the final notes faded, thunderous applause rose from the audience. Everyone was filled with admiration for Sunday.
"To think you possessed such talent, sir."
Watching Sunday bow to the audience below, Ning Fengzhi was deeply moved. That piece had actually helped its listeners focus their minds and calm their spirits. This was far beyond mere music.
"Dad, wasn't I right?"
Ning Rongrong approached Ning Fengzhi, her face brimming with pride.
Ning Fengzhi smiled and rubbed Ning Rongrong's head, his voice indulgent.
"Yes, yes, Dad was wrong."
Xue Qinghe's eyes were full of delighted surprise.
I never imagined he had a talent like this as well. You're mine!
At that thought, fierce possessiveness welled up in Xue Qinghe's eyes. He absolutely could not let a treasure like this fall into anyone else's hands.
After finishing his bow, Sunday stepped down from the stage. Seeing this, Tang Yuehua began her closing thanks and prepared to dismiss the audience.
When he returned to the private box, Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi approached him, their faces filled with amazement.
"Your extraordinary talent is truly unlike anything I have ever seen, sir. You have my admiration."
Sunday shook his head.
"You