The people inside the room, including Xu Fang, were actually listening to Pan Yaqiu sing for the first time. As soon as she began to sing, her clear and pristine voice filled the air, making everyone instinctively close their eyes to listen.
As the song progressed, the three of them became increasingly captivated.
Pan Yaqiu's timbre was excellent, and her breath control was remarkably steady. After just a few lines, every word was distinct, without the slightest tremor. Her transitions between notes were smooth and natural, making it incredibly pleasant to hear.
Pan Yaqiu sang through to the end of the first verse's high notes, then paused.
The three listeners, left wanting more, looked up simultaneously.
Xu Fang took the opportunity to ask, "Mentor Zhang, what did you think?"