Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group? Book 04 Chapter 075.1: Concert and Dessert, Part 1

Soon, the musicians made their way onto the stage. The conductor, Giles Brent, walked to the center of the stage, holding a baton in his white-gloved hands.

The concert started.

For some reason, the surrounding people seemed intoxicated when the concert formally started, but Chen Heng did not feel the same. He only found the music pleasant, nothing else.

After all, a concert was far inferior to the means of cultivators in bringing one into a land of one’s imagination.

When Chen Heng was young, his parents had brought him to watch a music cultivator competition.

The scene there was simply like demons dancing about.

There were zither players who could make illusions of feathers falling from the sky as they played. There were piano players who sent one into an illusory world, making one feel one was on a mountaintop or in flowing water. An unknown young man could draw over phoenixes to dance as he played the flute. There was even a person whose suona playing made one feel like one’s parents had died; those who heard him play cried.

Later on, the organizers chased away the suona player.

The suona player had self-awarely followed the organizer out. Otherwise, he might not have survived that day.

There had been a powerhouse present whose parents had recently died. That powerhouse had finally recovered from his grief after much difficulty but ended up crying because of the suona playing. Fortunately, the suona player left quickly. Otherwise, leaving would have been impossible.

The suona player’s music had nearly caused his death.

Although Chen Heng felt nothing much, Nightingale and Skadi liked the music, closing their eyes in enjoyment.

As Nightingale listened, her hand fidgeted and drifted towards Chen Heng. Fortunately, he had his arms crossed. Otherwise, she would have gotten her way.

Just as everyone was immersed in the music, a loud explosion rang out, disrupting the orchestra’s rhythm.

This disrupted not only the orchestra’s rhythm but also the conductor’s.

Then a group of people rushed over, targeti

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