The moment they left the stage and crossed the heavy curtains into the backstage corridor, the four omegas dropped their composure.
Bai Lu jumped first. "We won! We actually won this round and got noticed by the immortals in the heavenly realm!" he screamed, practically vibrating out of his skin.
Wei Lang grabbed Bai Lu's shoulders and shook him with equal intensity. "Do you understand what this means?! We are third-round champions. Ling Yue, incredible genius!"
Ling Yue couldn't even speak at first as his chest felt too full. His breath kept catching, and he covered his face with both hands, trying not to cry, but Bai Lu grabbed his hands and spun him around until he was dizzy.
"You did it! That last note? You destroyed my soul with it, and I am sure everyone in the arena was impressed by you," Bai Lu shouted dramatically. "Even Wei Lang almost forgot how to play his guzheng."
Wei Lang snorted. "Oh, please, I was not the one whose fingers were shaking on the strings."
