Before these people could react, Liu Wentian continued with a detached tone, "A fine piece like 'Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank,' yet it didn't resonate with looking back in midair, it didn't resound with circling the sky, it didn't express the slightest aspiration, it didn't convey how the geese yearn to soar up to the heavens, reaching above the ninth layer of clouds. This is merely a fall of geese but not the descent of wild geese, a soulless piece of music, which is meaningless. What she just played was truly nothing but rubbish."
By this time, everyone had caught on, and upon hearing Liu Wentian's remarks—his talk of falling geese and descending wild geese, which they didn't understand—they saw that Liu Wentian made no effort to explain, and even added that Fan Yiting's playing was rubbish from the start, and truly not just any kind of rubbish, it almost blew their tops with anger. He was far too arrogant!!
