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Join the ServerA champion truly is different. Following the arrow conjured by the system, Yining and I walked against the flow of the crowd and soon found a hidden tree hollow.
Several elves were talking outside the hollow. I could vaguely catch the keywords “Santa Cruz,” “Saint Rank,” and “Inquisition”—terms that appeared frequently.
These keywords instantly piqued my interest. After all, the human royal city of Santa Cruz was the destination for our SSS-rank mission! For an unprecedented SSS mission, any scrap of intelligence was crucial.
But there was no time to investigate further now. The carnival was just getting started, so we decided to ask questions after the award ceremony.
We slipped into the hollow. It was spacious inside and came with its own elevator.
The elevator took us to the second level of the forest. Following the arrow, we arrived at a door.
The arrow pointed to the door, so I opened it and walked in.
Inside, there were many people. As my eyes swept across the room, I spotted many familiar faces. Besides the Fairy Sister and her group, there were our old nemeses—Xiang Renhe and Xiang Ling—as well as the weak Wu Ming who was bullied but never fought back, and even former classmates whose names we couldn’t recall.
In short, this was the Sylph Memorial Hall, the venue for the awards and the album release. I had expected to see a frenzy of fans fighting over albums, but that wasn’t the case at all.
A peaceful, serene piano melody filled the hall, punctuated by the occasional resonant pluck of a zither. The music swept away the last traces of agitation that had slipped in when I opened the door.
It was a small band crowded onto the stage. In the center stood a white-haired girl with her eyes closed, gently waving a baton. She must be the legendary “God of Music.”
She wore white ears and a tail, just like me. Her pure white conductor’s uniform and long white hair seemed to gather all the light in the world, which then flowed through her delicate baton into the depths of everyone’s soul.
Yang Ye was young—reportedly about the same age as Yingning and me, maybe even younger. It was hard to imagine what kind of genius could conquer the world with her talent at such an age.
Seeing was believing. The once-in-a-millennium great musician lived up to her reputation. Her ability to control emotions through music and soothe the masses with art was truly convincing.
I wasn’t jealous that Yingning was her fan. In fact, I would have questioned Yingning’s taste if she weren’t.
Strangely, as I studied her, she seemed to be studying me too. Her eyes were closed, yet I felt a strange sensation of being watched by her.
It was a resonance of qi. I was sensitive to such qi because of my profession—I had to detect who was observing me at all times. She seemed to understand qi as well.
Her attention carried curiosity and an expectation I couldn’t comprehend.
Strange… Why would someone like her pay attention to an ordinary person like me? There were so many people here—why focus only on me?
She was indeed watching me. It wasn’t my narcissistic imagination. When she opened her eyes and walked straight toward me without hesitation, it confirmed my guess.
As she moved, everyone’s gaze followed her. So, slowly, slowly, she brought the eyes of the entire hall onto Yingning and me.
Beside me, Yingning was so excited and nervous she could barely breathe. It was like a young fan meeting their idol, or like Jiang Liuer meeting the Monkey King—not just fandom, but the joy and fear of approaching a dream.
“Hello, I’m Yang Ye.”
Yang Ye’s action shocked everyone present.
No one expected that this lofty, legendary being who embodied all brilliance would take the initiative to greet two nobodies like us!
And not only that, she even placed her baton lightly on her chest and bowed deeply to us!
Among the crowd, Xiang Renhe and Xiang Ling sprayed saltwater soda everywhere…
At that moment, countless people doubted our identities, wondering if we were princesses or heiresses of some conglomerate. But they quickly dismissed those guesses—even a president would only bow to Yang Ye, not the other way around!
Seeing this miraculous legendary figure up close was a different experience. Compared to her ethereal stage presence, she now seemed cuter and more approachable…
And I hadn’t noticed before, but a small white fox sat on her shoulder, only slightly larger than my daughters. The little creature seemed bored, yawning and gnawing on its foot.
“You’re so calm. Your reaction makes me feel a bit defeated… Am I getting old?” Yang Ye muttered to me in confusion, but she didn’t wait for an answer. She just smiled brightly and said:
“Anyway, welcome to Sylph Memorial Hall. This is your prize.”
Yang Ye waved her hand lightly, and someone brought over a delicate little bag.
I didn’t take it, and I signaled Yingning not to either.
I pulled Yingning and bowed to Yang Ye alongside her.
“What are you doing?” Yang Ye was puzzled. Her slightly chubby face was full of confusion.
“Your bow is too heavy. I’m afraid of being beaten to death once I leave…”
“This bow doesn’t repay the debt, but at least it reduces trouble.” I shrugged helplessly and squeezed Yingning’s hand to comfort her before accepting the gift.
After all, every move we made was being watched globally. If we were too arrogant, extreme fans might come after us with illegal firearms as soon as we stepped outside.
Yang Ye was taken aback. “Ah… I really overlooked that. I’m so sorry. By the way, your sister seems to really like me…”
“Who in this world doesn’t like you?” I sighed helplessly.
“There’s no need for that… Ah, being too famous is such a bother!”
The fox-eared girl in front of us suddenly started complaining to herself in public, completely lacking self-awareness as a public figure…
Yang Ye composed herself and then turned to Yingning with a troubled look. “If your sister and I both fell into a river, and neither of us could swim, and you only had time to save one, who would you save?”
Though Yingning was excited and surprised by the question, she answered without hesitation and with perfect confidence.
“Sorry, I’d save my sister.”
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