C527 You're Usually Praised

"Lingyin, happy birthday."

Lingchen's hand was already resting on the zither, and the tune was also gradually dissipating.

The large hall suddenly quieted down.

One second, ten seconds … A minute passed.

Everyone's eyes were closed, still immersed in the story, unable to extricate themselves.

Lingyin covered his mouth and remained silent for a long time, as if he had lost his senses