Chapter 76: What is a Legendary Performer?

"The northland is distant, the south under my feet constantly changes," the chant went, "sorcerous clouds and Chu rains bind with silken threads. Willow flowers scatter through the alleys, swallows flip over the walls, recognizing the old grounds of the Red Mansion. Idle sentiments gently rise like grass, stirring new sorrows chaotic as smoke, while the spring mourners continue to sleep..."

The lyrics flowed melodically, with lingering resonance.

On stage, Su Xianjun seemed fully immersed in the song, every line sung and every movement precisely executed, like the workings of a finely tuned machine.

Yet, this precision did not come off as mechanical; it wholly infused with emotion.

Below the stage, the previously boisterous bandits were all struck dumb, expressionless for a moment.

They couldn't understand Su Xianjun's lyrics, but they could feel the faint melancholy in the air, as though the words transported them into a completely unknown world...