Xia Weibao glanced at the judges who were already showing signs of discontent.
For these music enthusiasts, instruments are their weapons. No matter the reason, if you can't even protect your own weapon,
you're not a qualified musician.
She then looked at the worried audience, pausing for a second on Pei Hong's anxious yet guilty face.
Her gaze then met David's smug and mocking expression.
Xia Weibao curled her lips coldly.
She lowered her head and looked at the guqin in front of her, all strings broken.
She reached out and gently stroked one of them, speaking slowly to the audience.
"Huaxia culture is vast and profound; just the guqin alone is an inexhaustible treasure. I wonder how many of you present here know about the guqin.
And whether anyone has heard of the Stringless Zither."
When she finished speaking, there was a twang as one of the strings was forcibly snapped in her hand.
The crowd below listened to her words and showed puzzled expressions.
Stringless Zither?
