The most striking feature was the scar that stretched across his face.
It slanted from the left brow bone across the cheekbone, extending all the way to the cheek.
His face was dark as he strode directly towards Cora Lowell.
Within a few steps, he was already standing in front of Cora Lowell.
"Who is Cora Lowell?"
Cora Lowell remained standing straight, not even lifting her eyelids.
"It's me."
And the faces of those behind him turned pale.
They were the die-hard fans of the zither master and would argue with anyone who dared belittle Nathan Quinn.
"You think you can challenge Nathan Quinn, you little girl? Do you know who Nathan Quinn is, huh?"
"Exactly! Nathan Quinn is a titan of national music. He's rejected countless university presidents' requests to teach, and what are you?"
"She probably hasn't even heard Nathan Quinn's name before! Simply naive!"
The crowd started to stir, voices of discussion rising in waves.
