On the stage.
Neither the changing expressions of the judges nor the gasps of the audience affected Lin Yuan's performance.
Lin Yuan did not look nor listen.
His ears were plugged with his in-ear monitor, and his entire being was immersed in the melody. His state of singing was even better than during rehearsals, and the slight discomfort caused by the cameras locking onto him gradually faded away.
The lights softly fell upon him.
The backdrop on the large stage screen was like a heavenly scene: a human-landscape painting.
Majestic peaks rose high.
Wisps of mist lingered.
Rivers gently flowed.
Among the diverse reactions of the audience below, Lin Yuan steadily held the mic, perfectly hitting the musical cues on time.
As the ethereal, natural female voice rose again, the audience erupted into another wave of astonishment—even though the voice-switching in the verse had already shown them Prince of Lanling's mastery of two distinct voice types.
