"Ah, sorry, sorry! It didn't hit you, did it?"
Xia Zhiqiu fumbled to catch the fallen crown and apologized repeatedly to the audience members behind him.
All the while, he silently cursed the man who had made the light sign.
He had paid a fortune for it. How had he still ended up with a defective one?
Without the crown, how was he supposed to be the coolest guy in this section?
This was his goddess's Concert!
Wait a second.
Xia Zhiqiu looked as though he had discovered a whole new world.
"Hey, you're not from Dong Huang, are you?"
Of the two people behind him, one had blond hair and blue eyes, while the other was a brown-haired, brown-eyed man.
Of course, after people began martial artist cultivation and their abilities manifested, their hair and eye colors could change.
Add hair dye and wigs to the mix,
and the Concert was full of hair and eyes in every color imaginable.
But these two had high noses and deep-set eyes. They didn't look East Asian.
The blond, blue-eyed woman paused, then nodded and answered in slightly halting Mandarin.
"That's right. It's our first time in Dong Huang."
"Wow, and you came to Xu Yinyin's Concert on your very first visit?"
Xia Zhiqiu was instantly interested.
They were fellow fans!
His goddess's influence was incredible. Even fans from abroad had traveled all this way to Dong Huang to hear her sing at the Concert.
Pride swelled in Xia Zhiqiu's chest. He could hardly contain it.
That's my goddess.
"Oh, did you bring banners or light signs? If not, I can lend you some. I brought loads!"
Xia Zhiqiu immediately became the enthusiastic superfan welcoming newcomers, stuffing spare banners and light signs into the hands of the two international visitors behind him.