Chapter 462: A True Master at Nine!

At that moment, Samwell Bishop slowly closed his eyes, choosing not to look at the piano keys. His long fingers danced continuously, striking the eighty-eight keys back and forth—fifty-two white and thirty-six black, a striking contrast of black and white. These keys seemed to come alive under Samwell's precise control. "Whoosh!" His right hand suddenly swept across the keyboard, unleashing a cascade of rhythms in an instant. His fingers flew with dazzling speed, and the notes wove an enchanting...