Chapter 143: A Composition Rivaling International Piano Masters?

"A Wedding in a Dream?"

Those present all appeared somewhat puzzled upon hearing the name of the piano piece.

Below the stage, Wang Hong, who had just finished performing, furrowed his brow and stood still.

He racked his brain but could not recall a piano piece with that name.

Could it be that the piece wasn’t well-known? Perhaps it was more niche?

Wang Hong was at a loss.

At the mentors’ table, the instructors also wore expressions of confusion.

Countless fragments of information were absorbed by Zejin, and a hidden seal within his mind was finally broken by the flame’s release. At last, Zejin understood everything.

Suddenly, a large hand gently grasped Bai Yi’s left hand. She turned to see Ling Zheng looking at her with concern.

Tang Zihan and Yan Shan said nothing, but Tang Zihan’s gaze held a trace of worry, which soon vanished.

The nobles were unable to discern the truth of Ludwig’s words, but Fidel himself knew very well that his past had been thoroughly uncovered by this northern peer.

“Heh heh heh! I’ll make you taste my wrath! How dare you deceive me!” The voice of the Black Monkey Spirit echoed through the sandstorm. Lian Sheng struggled on the ground, clearly caught by the spirit’s powerful beads. His golden vajra mace had been lost somewhere, and he groped blindly with one hand in the sand.

From the hall, Lin Yu could see seven chairs at the very top. Below that was a row filled with a dozen or so venerable elders with an ethereal aura. Their postures varied—some dozing, some languid, some alert, some radiant, some expressionless, others kindly.

Thinking of this, Zejin was astonished. He hadn’t expected that a casual stroll would lead him to meet a madman simultaneously practicing magic and magical artifact crafting, who had achieved remarkable success. Zejin aspired to become such a person.

“You all, get out and tell Hong Quan not to think I’m easy to deal with!” Du Meng spoke each word fiercely.

As in the previous life, the third floor was indeed off-limits. What exactly was inside? Why were fully armed soldiers guarding it day and night without rest?

“Squeak, squeak.” The bat-like demon beast emitted a shrill cry. To Su Yi’s surprise, it exhaled a white mist from its mouth.

Therefore, after Shen Zhan left the Shen family that very night, she etched the matter deep into her heart. That same evening, she called her second aunt, Wang Fang, asking her to find a detective to come over.

Lin Xinxin’s expression remained hesitant. She seemed unable to free herself from the inner world she had constructed. Though she trusted that her son would not deceive her, she feared that her own incompetence might allow Shen Zhan to buy him off. She even began to suspect whether the words Lin Xi spoke were deliberately taught to him by Shen Zhan.

Zhou Ruolan was extremely nervous—worried that the accompanying bodyguards might notice something amiss, and also concerned the detective, introduced by her second aunt, might suffer some harm.

Upon returning to the café, I was not ready to rest. I wanted to wait for Xiao Ai here, hoping she might return to Tulip Road tonight, so I could have a chance to offer her a few words of comfort.

The mysterious yellow light was formed by the Fate Jade Disk—a relic of ancient style capable of turning the impossible into possible—and this time was no exception.

Recently, the Great Han Kingdom had been anything but peaceful. No one knew who had committed an outrageous act, but people here were frantically searching everywhere.

“Those in the shadows may have discovered something and are now looking for trouble with Gu Bai!” Gong Yao said grimly.

Now, Xu Nianfan’s roar was heart-wrenching. Imagine if one saw one’s own father murder one’s mother—such a blow would be unparalleled. Such grief defied description. Yet at that very moment, the Blood Sword had already slashed through Ashura’s brow.