He had a voice of a baritone – clean, vibrant and melodious. His voice felt like the waves of the sea brushing through the coast, breaking waywardly as they hit the shore.
The audience completely lost themselves in the moment. They held their breaths, as they were afraid that they might spoil the celestial sound even with the slightest noise.
The background music was playing from a lute. The music was soft and ringing, brilliantly complementing his voice.
When his performance ended, the audience broke into a loud cheer.
Countless pearls flooded the stage like rain. Gu Xijiu could tell immediately that the young man had good Kung Fu. He stood his ground even when the pearls were pouring down all over onto the stage from the audience. Somehow, none of the pearls hit him.
Gu Xijiu was standing in close proximity to the stage. The crowd was cheering madly for his name and throwing off their money like lunatics.
