At the Ancient Zither Association's hall.
"President, Xia Wanyuan's application for admission has been completed, but there's still a problem."
"What problem?" Cai Qin was facing the ancient zither and practicing the song Xia Wanyuan had left behind during the competition. The more he practiced, the more shocked he became. The younger generation nowadays was really surpassing the older generation. How could they play to such a high standard?
I had really wasted my decades. I had practiced for an entire month, but I still could not master the aura and vigor in Xia Wanyuan's zither music.
"Miss Xia doesn't have an examination certificate." An official organization like the Ancient Zither Association usually needed to recruit one person through layers of selection.
