When Li Huowang saw the lion dance, he thought he had mistaken it for something else. But when he saw the dense mass of human feet beneath the white cloth, he became certain he had not been mistaken. This was the Lion Dance Palace's lion dance troupe he had seen beneath Qingqiu.
Under Palmtar's guidance, the two lion dances rapidly flipped, pounced, tumbled, leaped, climbed high, and bowed in worship atop bamboo poles.
Li Huowang could understand the other party performing Nuo Opera, but he truly had not expected lion dancing to be part of Nuo Opera as well.
As he carefully observed Palmtar's Nuo Opera mask and the masks atop the lion heads, Li Huowang seemed to notice a slight resemblance between them.
Under Li Huowang's gaze, Palmtar's Nuo Opera performance ended. In the past, someone should have sung the opera lyrics, but this time, Palmtar did not sing a single word even after the music ended.
Seeing the lion dancers leave and the bamboo poles being removed, Li Huowang walked toward Palmtar. "What were you doing just now?"
"Receiving old customers."
"What does receiving old customers mean?"
Palmtar's enormous wooden mask turned toward Li Huowang. "Do you need something?"
Hearing that, Li Huowang could not be bothered to ask about such trivial matters. He directly stated why he had come.
"How did Xuanpin help the other Siming deal with Yu Er God back then? I need to know the method."
"Don't know."
"Don't know?"
"Mm. Don't know." Palmtar turned to leave, but Li Huowang stopped him again.
"Do you truly not know, or are you pretending not to? Everyone else in the Celestial Surveillance Division is dead now. You are the highest-ranking one left. If even you do not know, then I'm afraid no one in the Celestial