The venue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, even everyone’s breathing was as light as possible, afraid of making any sound and disturbing the solemnity of the moment. It was unclear how much time had passed, whether it was a few seconds, a few minutes, or seemingly several centuries. In the awe that allowed everyone to hear their own heartbeat, a hoarse yet powerful elderly voice finally echoed within the venue: "They shed their blood in times of war, and during peacetime, they continue to quietly dedicate themselves. There’s no such thing as tranquil times, it’s just that some people carry the burdens for us." From behind the piano, an old man slowly walked out, his posture straight as a board, his eyes sharp, scanning the venue and giving everyone the strange feeling of being seen through at a glance. Judging by his looks, he seemed like an ordinary old man, but everyone present felt a sense of apprehension, as if they were shorter in stature in front of him. This must be the indescribable aura. "Elder Warren!" A reporter recognized the old man in front of them and was truly taken aback. Why would Elder Warren be here? More people were unaware, and while they were still puzzled, everyone involved with piano or having anything to do with it in front of the TV exclaimed. Not one of them did not recognize the elder; he was a master pianist, highly regarded not only in his country but also internationally. Once the people at the venue realized who this elder was, aside from being deeply shocked, they had only one question in their minds... why did he show up at a television drama’s premiere? Hadn’t he not performed live for many years? Even at state banquets, he hadn’t been seen for many years. Why did he come here today to play such a soul-stirring piece? Everyone at the scene was bewildered. What was going on? As Elder Warren slowly walked forward, people in front of him immediately stepped aside to automatically make way, but everyone’s eyes remained on Elder Warren to see what he was going to do. "Did you invite Elder Warren?" Benjamin Smith stared blankly at Elder Warren, while asking the director, but before the director could respond, he concluded on his own, "Certainly not, you don’t have that capability." He didn’t have the capability, but could it not be said so bluntly? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥 He also had his dignity! Alright, he really didn’t have much face to put on in front of Elder Warren. "This show lets me see them quietly dedicating themselves amid the peace and prosperity of peacetime; the spirit of defending the country has been passed on, allowing our younger generation to understand that this stable nation relies on the selfless dedication of these unsung heroes." The praise in Elder Warren’s remarks allowed the production team to breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out Elder Warren admired the show. "Ophelia’s boyfriend is amazing, he could even invite Elder Warren." Grace Wilson, returning to her senses, cast an admiring glance at James Reed. Ophelia Wilson, upon hearing this, turned excitedly to James Reed: "James, you’re so thoughtful." Not only did he give her such a romantic and sweet proposal, but he also invited Elder Warren to perform such a piece. This kind of treatment made her blissfully dizzy. There’s no doubt that tomorrow’s headlines... not just entertainment headlines, would definitely feature her! Elder Warren walked straight to the stage, and as he approached, everyone in the production team gazed enviously at Ophelia Wilson. Her boyfriend’s gesture was truly grand, wasn’t it?