The piece concluded, leaving the entire audience astonished.
Among them were professors and at the very least, students from the art institute. Many could discern that this level of performance, even compared to top international masters, was perhaps somewhat lacking.
Yet, no one was more shocked than Zhang Suqin, who could truly appreciate Xiao Han's Realm, which surpassed hers substantially.
This piece was not an existing one, but one created impromptu by Xiao Han. She could feel the notes that vibrated with his emotions.
She felt inferior in such a realm.
As Xiao Han approached, Zhang Suqin still wore a hint of shock.
"Is it still pleasant to your ears?" Xiao Han asked with a smile.
"You're being too modest," Zhang Suqin said with a bitter smile.
Xiao Han offered no comment. Compared to the old masters, he still had a long way to go. It wasn't modesty; he genuinely wasn't on par.