Host Yaoshi Buddha's impassioned voice echoed through the venue.
"Night of the JK Uniforms, the B-b-b-b-b—Big Pendulum!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the pleasing music began, the Wu-Demon factions' attention was drawn away as well.
At the same time, Dijiang gave a cold snort, a savage grin appearing on his face as he released a trace of Quasi-Sage pressure and said in a low voice.
"My temper's really flaring now~~"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next moment, the Dragon Palace Dance Troupe appeared in perfect unison within the venue.
Dijiang suddenly raised a brow and sucked in a sharp breath.
"Hiss... damn, isn't this exhilarating?"
Cherry trees, like those on an April afternoon, materialized throughout the venue.
The light-pink JK Uniforms with Kansai-style collars were lifted at the corners by the wind. Their collar trim was pale lavender, setting off skin as luminous as fresh snow.
The pleated skirts swayed softly with each step, their folds like fragments of moonlight scattered by the wind.
Shoulder-length black hair was pinned with pearl clips, and when they lowered their heads, loose strands at their temples brushed across their cheeks.
Most captivating of all were those eyes—their pupils so clear one could see straight to the bottom. The shadows cast by fluttering lashes were like two curved tea stems resting against the rim of a white porcelain bowl.
Dijiang, Zhurong, and Gonggong were practically sprawled over the edge of the audience seats, looking down with utterly blank stares.
"Big Brother, my temper's flaring even harder!"
"Shh... watch the show. Don't talk."
Dijun was equally dazzled, but when the figures of Changxi and Xihe flashed through his mind, his entire body shuddered.
Coming back to himself, he caught sight of the piggish expressions on the Ancestral Witches beside him and said disdainfully.
"Hah, vulgar. I only