Chen Lun stood expressionless in the center of the instrument shop.
On the surrounding shelves and walls, various sizes of violins and flutes, along with other wind and string instruments, were displayed. Some customers lingered and looked around, while others came and went, but they seemed unable to see these two people or hear the alluring music played by the blonde man.
[Spiritual Intuition] appeared to have failed, as it didn't transmit any movement. Even though Chen Lun could clearly feel the immense pressure Howard was exerting on him, this powerful passive ability that had always warned him now felt like a still pond, calm and undisturbed.
This added to the heaviness in Chen Lun's heart.
As the crisp notes of the piano gradually turned into a light-hearted melody, Howard's body gently swayed, like a pianist immersed in his performance.
