Elder Chan praised, "One dance, and countless people in the Divine Mansion Kingdom won't be able to sleep tonight. Heh." As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin said nothing and simply sipped his tea.
Zhaoran exclaimed excitedly, "I want to go up and dance too!"
Lu Yin rolled his eyes. "Forget it. You'd probably forget who you were halfway through."
Zhaoran looked aggrieved.
That day, Jiang Qingyue had dazzled the Divine Mansion Kingdom, but this was the Divine Mansion Kingdom, after all. With the Day of Praying to the Gods approaching, far too many women had prepared to perform.
The dazzling impression Jiang Qingyue had made was soon overshadowed.
Lu Yin had to admit that Jiang Qingyue's dancing was beautiful, but there were also stunning women here who could rival her. The countless turns and charms of their dances weren't something just anyone could withstand.
Still, the more he watched the women dance, the more he found himself recalling Jiang Qingyue's performance. He saw her differently now.
Jiang Qingyue was still the same—cold and indifferent, occasionally raising her long sword to wipe it down, like some tomboy. Who could have imagined she had such a tender side?
"Heh heh, what do you think? Wasn't the Young Master beautiful?" Dragon Turtle's odd laughter sounded.
Lu Yin looked away and raised his gaze to the lake. Fewer and fewer women were dancing, and the Day of Praying to the Gods was drawing near.
Dragon Turtle leaned closer. "The Young Master's mother was named Liu Pianran, and she was known as the Rain God of Light. She was once one of the most beautiful women in our world. The Young Master inherited the Rain God's looks, and it was the Madam who taught her to dance. Besides the Old Master,