I Have A Dual World Seal

The subsequent performance went smoothly, with the audience quietly listening, rarely making a sound.

Gu Tingting's "Cloud Dance" exhibited an excellent acoustic effect in the professional music hall.

Though it only held a faint, elusive mental realm, it was enough to immerse the audience deeply.

The piece ended, followed by rounds of applause.

Though many did not fully grasp the concept of the mental realm, they could feel the music was full of "emotion".

...

The concert lasted two and a half hours, starting at three and ending at five-thirty.

...

"Sister Lingxi! Sister Ying!"

After the performance, Liu Jingqin personally came out to keep the two women for a moment, as Gu Tingting hurriedly rushed out, having changed her clothes.

"How...how did I do?"

Gu Tingting blinked, feeling uneasy yet eagerly awaiting Si Lingxi's response.

"Not bad." Si Lingxi nodded, "The music has emotion, you've made it to the entry level."

Liu Jingqin was stunned beside them.

The progress her daughter had made over the past two years was almost beyond her belief.

Especially with stringed instruments like the guqin and zither, the kind of mental realm could deeply immerse her.

It was something many veteran artists found difficult to achieve!

Liu Jingqin knew clearly that her daughter's actual zither skill had surpassed many professors of folk music or renowned guqin artists.

And this was all due to two years of guidance from this woman who seemed like an immortal.

Yet, what Liu Jingqin regarded as top-notch zither skill was still only entry-level in Lingxi's eyes.

She thought of the "Flowers Blooming" video on the small site and the sensational MV music from "Biluo Song" and felt resigned.

The musical prowess of this woman before her reminded her of historical legendary figures.

If she lived in ancient times, her compositions could rival the literary fame of Cai Wenji.

Si Lingxi's evaluation made Gu Tingting ecstatic.

"Thank you, Sister Lingxi. Can I invite you for a meal?"

Facing Gu Tingting's expectant gaze, Si Lingxi nodded slightly in agreement.

"Great, let's go to..."

Before Gu Tingting could finish her sentence, a commotion arose at the back door exit.

"A pleasant concert ruined by the use of savage instruments, truly nauseating."

"Hiyerlin has lost his taste, bowing to Hua Country to produce such ignorant country instruments."

"Yes, that so-called 'xiao' is just a bamboo with a few holes drilled."

"And that harp placed horizontally looks exceedingly crude."

"Perhaps Hua Country people can only play such crude instruments, just like Indians who only blow that simplistic flute."

"The principles of the piano might be too complex for their monkey-like intelligence."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone turned to see a group emerging from the doorway, led by Schmidt Cross and two other male musicians, who had performed on piano and cello earlier.

Neither Liu Jingqin nor Gu Tingting understood their foreign language, but Si Lingxi and Shen Ying could.

Si Lingxi's finger moved, but Shen Ying grabbed her wrist, "Sister, calm down. This guy is somewhat famous, his disappearance in Hai City would cause trouble."

As Lingxi and Shen Ying looked at them, they saw the two women as well.

The trio's eyes brightened simultaneously.

They immediately put on gentlemanly smiles, straightened their attire, and approached.

"Miss Gu, your performance was truly stunning!"

"It's late, would you give us the chance to invite you for dinner?"

"Are these your friends? Great, let's all go together, the more the merrier."

The three spoke in turn, and naturally, the translator hurried forward to translate into Chinese.

Gu Tingting blinked, looking at Si Lingxi.

Si Lingxi simply ignored them, patted Gu Tingting's shoulder, and turned away.

Shen Ying smiled slightly, her eyes suddenly turned into deep pools, glanced at the trio, then pulled Gu Tingting along.

"Come on, I know a private kitchen restaurant that's pretty good, we've been there a few times."

The three who had been glanced by Shen Ying suddenly froze, their eyes blank, until the trio turned away and left, then snapped out of it, startled into alertness.

"Mr. Cross?" The translator cautiously looked at Schmidt Cross.

Cross frowned, "What is it? Hurry up, isn't there a banquet prepared by the organizers?"

"Oh?"

The translator glanced from Cross to the silhouette of the four women, feeling bewildered.

...

Gu Tingting and her mother treated Si Lingxi and Shen Ying to dinner, then drove them back to the community entrance to say goodbye.

Meanwhile, Cross and his other musician friends were chauffeured to the hotel by the organizers' vehicle.

"How did Hua Country advance as a nation?"

"If it weren't for money, I wouldn't come here to perform for a bunch of savages."

"But their women have decent quality."

"And those co-organizers are generous with money, a bunch of nouveau riche."

"First, rest in the room; tonight we'll hit up the nightclub below and find some nice ones to enjoy."

"Hahaha!"

The trio dismissed the translator, shared an elevator, and during its ascent, the lights flickered twice.

"Ding!"

Cross exited the elevator, waved goodbye to his two associates, while his assistant John opened his room, inviting him in.

"You go rest," Cross said to John, "Remember to wake me tomorrow morning."

"Sure!"

John nodded, aware Cross had evening plans, so without disturbing him, retreated to his own room across the hall.

Cross closed the door, shaking his head, feel no issue, his fingers mimed playing, stepping lightly, quickly undressed, and entered the shower.

"Rushing sounds of water..."

"Zheng—Zheng—Zheng—"

While showering, Cross heard a rush of music from outside.

"Hmm?"

Cross's expression changed, immediately shutting off the shower; as his ears perked, the music sounded clearer.

"Zheng—Zheng—Zheng—"

"What's going on?"

Cross frowned, casually grabbing a towel to wrap around himself, pulled open the shower glass door and stepped out, "John, is that you?"

Next, he saw in the living room, a woman dressed in Hua Country's classical robe, her head lowered, strumming a guqin.

Her long black hair hung down, concealing her face, but the red dress was glaringly bright.

"Who...who are you?"

Cross suddenly felt a chill, and the woman at the guqin abruptly lifted her head.

"Ah!!!"