Who was it that said this young chap could sing an earth-shattering melody?
This was not entirely wrong as he indeed 'shattered' the place with his singing.
His uneven tones were like demonic sounds that traumatized her mercilessly.
After he finished his song, she had to hug her chest, wrought in phantom pain, and forced a smile with a thumbs-up. Sighing meaningfully, she said to the young chap, "This song belongs to the heavens! I really admire you!"
The man ruffled his hair, feeling abashed, at her praise before smiling shyly.
Thus, for the next half an hour, she was tormented by one demonic noise after another. She fretted at first but eventually grew used to it toward the end.
"Miss Yun, why don't you sing a song for Master Mu? Since you are here, you may as well strut your stuff!"