Pressure

The crystal dome in the air created by divine power had disappeared, but people still remained on the square, lingering over the last piece of symphony named The War of Dawn.

Following the trend of theme music created by Symphony of Fate, Mr. Christopher’s latest music piece was definitely great.

"Comparatively speaking…" Sala was a bit hesitant, "magnificent as The War of Dawn is, Symphony of Fate, to me, is still move impressive."

Lilith nodded, "Yes, I feel that the determination that Symphony of Fate carries is still stronger." Then she frowned her brows and looked worried, "But Mr. Christopher’s concert is still a great success. The concert tonight must have put even more pressure on Mr. Evans."

"Mr. Evans will be fine…" Sala did not really know what to say, "He won’t let us down."

"Then what if he does?" Lilith raised her head, "After all, Mr. Evans is competing with the president of the Musicians’ Association."

Sala looked at his sister and sighed.