"Without a doubt, you are the heir to the Sacrificial Dance."
A seductive woman in black leather, a whip in her hand, spoke.
As she spoke, all the spirits fell silent.
"The dance I learned is precisely that one. That's why I was drawn to your troupe and came here," Gu Qingshan said.
The woman nodded and smiled. "Was it Miss Cai Zang who sent you the invitation?"
Gu Qingshan took out the invitation.
After looking at it, the woman asked in confusion, "We've been waiting for you all this time—but how did you get in without anyone noticing? And you even used a Tourist Coin!"
A chorus of regretful sighs rose behind her.
The spirits all gazed at Gu Qingshan with regret.
"A Tourist Coin? What's wrong with that?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"By the rules of affinity, since you entered the troupe with a Tourist Coin this time, you can only look around. You can't have any in-depth exchanges with us spirits. Sigh..." The woman with the whip let out a sigh.
Gu Qingshan froze.
So he wouldn't be able to learn anything here?
Seeing his expression, the woman felt even more regretful and pressed him, "Sir, who gave you a Tourist Coin?"
Gu Qingshan spread his hands. "The cow at the entrance gave it to me. It said I could come in and try my luck."
The smile on the woman's face stiffened.
A row of sharp spikes sprang from the whip in her hand, gleaming with a chilling light.
"Take my whip and deal with that cow," the woman said coldly.
Two pretty girls appeared behind her, took the whip, and headed toward the entrance.
"Let me give it one lash!"
"Me too!"
"That cow's got a screw loose. I'm giving it a lash, too."
"Let's go!"