The First Pavilion had claimed the top spot, Bian Huan observed Sun Yaohuo approach with an expression full of teasing,
"Quality not enough, so you compensate with quantity?"
The literati burst into laughter, and so did the live stream audience.
Sun Yaohuo ignored everyone and simply seated himself at the edge of the pavilion.
The camera focused on him.
Everyone stared at him.
Adjusting the microphone by his mouth, Sun Yaohuo's voice, suddenly rang out,
"The splendid zither has unjustly fifty strings; each string, each bridge, recalling youthful years. Zhuang Zhou dreams at dawn, confused with butterflies; the Emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo. The seas' moon shines bright, pearls hold tears; Lan Tian's day warms, and jade emits smoke. Such feelings await memorial; yet in that moment... AI! LOST!"
Li Shangyin takes the stage!
Without any preparation!
Lacking the embellishment of a recitalist!
Sun Yaohuo's voice was only filled with anger and hoarseness!
