To maintain an antique feel, the entire road is paved with bluestone slabs, and there is a two-meter-wide ditch along the surrounding wall, filled with water for raising fish.

Many ornamental plants were planted around the fishpond.

Xue Junyi glanced at Wen Chu every now and then: "Tsk tsk, is this person's voice really made of flesh?"

“Singing from morning till night, it seems like there’s no problem at all.”

"The deciding factor is his physical strength."

Li Hong: "Yeah, that's really impressive."

Clearly, Liu Yun was intentionally testing Wen Chu's physical strength, not letting him sing while standing.

You can sing while walking, running, or jumping rope, or even do calisthenics. In short, with more space, there are many more things you can do than in a hotel.

Wen Chu's hard times... could get even harder.

Xue Junyi: "Do you think if he had a martial arts manual that included sonic power, he would instantly become a master?"

Li Hong: "...Possibly."

Xue Junyi: "Yesterday, my breathing was all jumbled up after exercising, but it's much better today. Tsk, every profession has its prodigies."

"This person can sing anything and it sounds good, how come... He wasn't famous before, was his former company blind?"

The two whispered among themselves, with Xue Junyi doing most of the talking and Li Hong doing most of the listening.

But neither of them denied that Wen Chu's voice was never noise; even some meaningless tones seemed to tell others what pleasant sounds were.

They've forcibly turned ordinary people into voice-controlled individuals.

You don't usually notice it, but after listening to it a lot, when you listen to other things, they're not exactly unpleasant to listen to, but your ears just don't feel as comfortable or enjoyable.

If I say too much, it all sounds outrageous.