(Beautiful image of Ye Xishui)
The old men behind her followed along.
The worshiper on the far left was the first to try. He thrust his hips forward,
and his entire upper body tilted forward by thirty degrees as well. He looked as though something had shoved him from behind, and he nearly lost his footing.
The second move was the flower-hand shake.
Ye Xishui crossed her hands before her chest, flipped them over, and traced arcs through the air. Her fingers were so nimble, it was as if she were kneading something invisible.
The old men behind her shook their hands along with her.
Long Xiaoyao swung both hands in front of him. His stiff fingers crossed once, then twisted themselves into a knot in a way that utterly defied the logic of the flower-hand shake.
He lowered his head and stared at his hands as if they were two pieces of wood that did not belong to him.
The third move was turning around.
Ye Xishui turned sideways, and her skirt fluttered into a beautiful arc.
The old men behind her turned as well.
The three worshipers turned at the same time. One of them spun too sharply, stumbled over his own feet, and tilted sideways, crashing into the shoulder of the elder beside him.
That elder had been focused on his own footing. Knocked off balance, he flailed both hands wildly in the air, trying to steady himself, only to slap the back of the worshiper's head in front of him.
The slapped worshiper turned back and glared at him. The elder opened his mouth to explain, but the music pushed them into the next beat.
The entire hall instantly descended into chaos.
A group of old Evil Soul Masters who normally survived by devouring others' Soul