"Who is it that gazes at the blue sky day and night, who longs for an eternal dream, is there still a song of praise, or is it the unchanging solemnity…"
Lin Fan's singing resounded in the venue. His voice carried a magical power, as if transporting people into the world of the lyrics. The audience seemed truly situated on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, feeling the overwhelming vastness and antiquity…
For a moment, the entire venue fell silent, everyone was deeply captivated by this magical voice.
Outside the venue, a hotel waiter happened to pass by and froze upon hearing the singing.
His companion saw this and curiously came over, "Hey, what's up with you?"
The waiter quickly said, "Don't make noise, listen quickly!"
Several waiters heard it too, and were shocked by Lin Fan's singing.
"Whoa, whose singing is this, it's too good!"
"Is this an Immortal singing?"
"Let me see who it is?"
