With a rendition of "General's Command" paired with a sword dance, although Lin Wan was not as technically proficient as Shen Ying and Liu Qingyan, the overall effect surpassed theirs. It directly set the entire venue ablaze.
It had to be said that the dream of jianghu and martial heroes carved into the bones of Hua Country people had, from ancient times to the present, seeped deep into their souls.
Lu Zheng recited Du Fu's "Watching Gongsun Da Niang's Disciple Perform a Sword Dance," perfectly matching the end of the music. Lin Wan sheathed her sword, and as Lu Zheng pressed down on the strings for the final note, she returned to his side, her short sword sliding into its scabbard.
Clap clap clap!
"That was gorgeous!"
"Big sis is so badass! Freaking awesome!"
Applause and cheers erupted wildly. The surrounding tourists and the young men and women from the Hanfu Circle could not help applauding and shouting, offering up their shock and admiration.
Some people from the Kimono Circle also found themselves clapping, only to wilt under the looks from their own side and slowly lower their hands. Yet their eyes remained full of boundless amazement, and some had already begun entertaining thoughts of abandoning darkness for the light.
As for the rest... twisted expressions, vicious eyes, gritted teeth, heavy breathing... Of course, that was an exaggeration, but every one of them looked awful, their eyes darting around as they temporarily had no idea what to do.
When the gap was small, it was hard to say whose art stood higher and whose stood lower; it all depended on who shouted louder and made a bigger splash. But when there was a qualitative difference, the crowd was not stupid.
If they still dared to swagger over and drive away