"Brother Yan, you'll have to give it your all today!"
Manager Wan wore a brand-new robe, cutting an imposing figure, but sweat beaded on his forehead, betraying his nervousness.
Li Yan glanced around and laughed helplessly. "Senior Wan, with a lineup like ours, there's no need to worry. Just watch the show."
He was absolutely right.
One large and two small divine towers stood in formation. After being decorated, they were far more refined and imposing than before: vermilion pillars, glazed tiles, and even the flying eaves and bracket sets carefully painted with patterns of the Flat Peaches and the Five Blessings.
Lanterns hung everywhere, while ribbons fluttered in the wind.
At a glance, they looked no different from genuine temples.
The men carrying the divine towers were led by Guo LuQuan. All of them were tall and powerfully built. Despite the bitter cold, they wore nothing but red sleeveless vests, red cloth wrapped around their heads, and exposed knotted muscles. Their masculine vigor hit people in the face.
The Drum Troupe following behind had put in just as much effort.
Everyone wore dark cloth armor, modeled after the old Qin style, though it had been modified to avoid taboo associations.
A row of Qin Han Drums stood in front, a row of blades, spears, swords, and halberds behind them, and a final row of banners and great standards at the rear. The whole arrangement was as stern and magnificent as a military formation.
Li Yan himself also wore imposing cloth armor, its design even more exquisite, with a row of command flags planted behind him.
He had not wanted to draw so much attention, but the members of the Qin Han War Drums had insisted that he looked good and should stand in the middle to hold down the