What was even more surprising was that the young man gave him a familiar feeling. It was hard to say why, it wasn't because of his aura, but rather an innate intuition.
After asking the surrounding nobles about the young man in white but failing to get an answer, Xue Qinghe was even more determined to interact with this youth. Not because of his sister who had pleaded with him the day before, but for the sake of a talent who could become a pillar of the empire's future.
Tang San quietly plucked the harp, his heart as tranquil as the calm his appearance conveyed, consistent inside and out.
A year had passed, and how could he have imagined a year ago that today he would be performing a musical instrument in front of everyone? When he first began learning from his aunt, his heart was full of doubt.
However, after a month had passed, Tang San discovered that the path his father had pointed out to him was so correct.
