Jianlan Underground Palace

Six days later on Friday, the hot afternoon sun shone down from the sky blindingly. Brian and Dominic stood in the shade of the ancient building’s entrance, quietly watching the students that had gathered at the square.

"There are quite a few new students this year." Dominic looked into the eyes of the boys and girls. "It’s clear that they’re more troublesome too."

Brian smiled and went along with Dominic’s words, "Maybe they want to hurry and see how the real musician world is. That would all depend on Mr. Dominic’s guidance."

Dominic stayed silent, raising a hand to feel the scar under his mottled white hair. Maybe it was the hot weather, but he felt pain stretching from his forehead to the scar on the back of his head. But hearing "real musician world" made him want to laugh.