"Moonlight reflects a woman's scent,
Tears fall on the broken sword, how long does love last?
How much pain, unspoken thoughts,
I've forgotten you—"
The melody was winding and melodious, carrying both the lingering sorrow of romance and the chivalrous tenderness of martial heroes.
Just a few brief lines, yet the lingering sound echoed in the air.
In an instant, the audience's anticipation soared once again.
"Good heavens, what a vibe!"
"Damn, the exact same style, yet he's sung it with a completely different charm."
"Feels like his vocal technique has shifted a bit, hey. It's completely different from that previous song, *A Smiling Pride of Rivers and Lakes*."
"These lyrics make me feel like the pugilist world isn't just about killing and bloodshed; there's also tenderness and desolation... It's a complexity that's truly indescribable."
Gasps of astonishment rose from the audience.
Sitting in the spectator seats, Shen Yao closed her eyes, feeling the flashes of swords and glints of blades within the song, as well as its underlying desolation and helplessness.
A flash of amazement crossed Han Hong's eyes. Every time Zhou Chen took the stage, he seemed like a completely different person. Unlike singers who carried a strong sense of purpose—intent on conquering the stage beneath their feet and the audience before them—he genuinely enjoyed the stage, merging with it into something natural and seamless.
This kind of feeling couldn't be captured through a camera lens; only by sitt…
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