Not to mention the people of Huazhou, even Cao Kang and his group stared wide-eyed.

Where has life gone?

What about the artwork?

Cao Kang's expression suddenly changed.

Damn it!

Will I be eliminated in the preliminary rounds?

Everyone present was shrewd; they noticed Cao Kang's drastic change in expression and immediately connected the dots.

Suddenly, their faces looked incredibly strange.

Could it be that I was eliminated in the preliminary rounds?

That's not right!

With Fusheng's talent, how could he possibly fail the preliminary selection?

Besides.

The open selection process is a threshold set for ordinary people.

Seed-level participants like Fusheng have special privileges!

Could it be that the kid has gotten confused again?

Why would someone stupidly go to the audition?

Is this possible?

have!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Cao Kang immediately got up and searched through the crowd.

Finding no trace of Lin Rui, he abruptly turned his head and fixed his gaze on Li Donglai.

Not only him, but everyone looked at Li Donglai.

Li Donglai slowly stood up, coughed lightly, and then winked at Chen Bin, who was not far away.

The latter understood and pressed a button.

The surrounding lights dimmed instantly.

At the same time, a figure appeared on the roof ridge of a vermilion building on the outskirts.

The moonlight shines brightly.

Although his face was not clearly visible, one could vaguely discern that he was dressed in a fine blue robe and possessed an elegant and refined air.

Gradually, the mournful sound of a flute began to rise.

It's him!

Yan Zhenhui stood up instantly.

Yan Ruoxi, who was standing to the side, was also startled on the spot.

They quickly stepped forward to help her up, fearing that Yan Zhenhui might fall.

at the same time.

Her beautiful eyes gazed at the figure in blue robes on the rooftop, and she was almost in tears with fear.

This gentleman.

Can you please stop exaggerating!

If I let my father be reminded of his painful past, I'm afraid he might really have to be sent away!

The sound of the flute also made many people look enlightened.

Isn't that the poem I heard on the Ziyun Painting Boat on the opening night of the Poetry Competition?

certainly.

There are even more that I haven't heard of before at the event!

They were all overcome with longing for their hometown and loved ones.

The live stream camera also focused perfectly on the figure in the blue robe.

The melodious sound of a flute echoed in the live broadcast room.

Countless Washington residents watching the live stream were stunned.

Is this a poetry competition or a music festival?

Of course, that's not important!

Because this piece of music is captivating.

Both inside and outside the venue, everyone calmed down, and the live stream chat became sparse.

Clearly, they were all lost in thought because of this piece of music.

Many people feel a tightness in their chest.

Those who work away from home year-round or are unable to return to their hometowns for holidays due to trivial matters are especially frustrated and feel a sense of unease.

At this moment.

Many people vaguely sensed that a figure in a blue robe was sitting on the ridge of the roof, playing a flute.

It's very likely that he's the elusive Fusheng, who appears only briefly and never seems to leave!

But they weren't sure.

The sound of the flute gradually faded into the distance.

The figure in the green robe slowly stood up, a small wine cup appearing in his hand, as he gazed up at the stars and moon.

Bathed in the moonlight, a gentle breeze swept by, causing his slender sideburns to flutter slightly, and his blue robe to sway in the breeze.

Whether they were present or watching the live stream, everyone felt the same way at that moment.

A banished immortal!

This transcendent, otherworldly aura.

He shouldn't exist in this world!

Is this a banished immortal descending to earth, or is he riding the wind to return to the heavens?

Just as everyone was stunned by the visual impact of the figure in the blue robe.

But then I saw the other person raise their right hand, holding the wine glass, high in the starlight and moonlight.

Four words came to everyone's mind.

Let's raise a glass to the moon!

Before everyone could savor the moment, a clear, otherworldly voice slowly rang out from afar.

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky."