"So impressive?"
Lin Tian took a deep breath of cold air.
Someone with that kind of title must be a figure mentioned in music history textbooks, right?
Eighty years old, yet still appearing on the judging panel of a competition—it's indeed rare.
The most crucial thing is...
"Clearly a great classical musician, yet leading the opposition to classical music...?"
Lin Tian couldn't understand and looked at the white-haired old man on the big screen.
At this moment, it seemed even the producers knew who was the star of this year's judging panel, as they deliberately switched the camera to focus on Steven sitting in the center position.
The old man's deep-set eyes were fixed tightly on the stage.
His expression wasn't exactly relaxed, maintaining an always imposing demeanor.
It looked overwhelmingly oppressive.
"That's right."
Gan Yanyu spoke up here, his tone somewhat complex,
