Sword Howling the Sky

Liu Zi froze at those words, then a hint of approval flashed through his eyes.

He put away his folding fan, lightly clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "Miss Yanwu, you are too modest. Though the composition was taught by Young Master Xiaojun, the fact that it could be performed with such vivid perfection was entirely due to your qin artistry and unique tone."

"Young Master Xiaojun's talent is outstanding, that much is true, but your performance was equally breathtaking."

"To be able to appreciate music together with a talented lady such as you is truly the honor of our Winding Stream Party."

"Please rest assured, Miss. I will make careful arrangements."

Xuan Zhuo also nodded in agreement from the side. "Miss Yanwu is quite right, and for you to present that talent so perfectly through the sound of the qin is even more precious."

"Mystic Night Pavilion likewise looks forward to deeper exchanges with you and Young Master Xiaojun."

Chen Yanwu nodded and replied with a smile, "In that case, Yanwu will respectfully accept. As for my sixth brother, it would be inconvenient for me to agree on his behalf. You can go find him yourselves."

On the stage, all kinds of performances continued. Aside from some traditional programs, there were also some more unconventional, innovative ones, such as:

Classical dance, "Han Style and Elegance."

Crisp drumbeats rang out. Young female dancers in gorgeous Han-style robes, such as Cheng Jinyan, Zhao Lingling, Xia Shujing, and the others, stepped onto the stage, their long skirts flowing, their hair ornaments exquisite.

Using Blue Star's Han-dynasty court dances as a foundation, they incorporated modern elements, displaying a beauty that blended the classical and the fashionable.

Their dance was graceful and enchanting, as though telling an ancient story, leaving the