Paired Sword Dance

On the evening of the last day of September.

It was five o'clock. Sunset was approaching, and the sun was about to go down.

Although the weather was still hot, it was much better than it had been that afternoon.

In a clearing within the small woods, many little tables had been set up on either side. At the very front between them stood three more exquisite tables.

Luo Ye sat at the center of those three tables, making it clear at a glance that he was the organizer of this tea gathering.

On his left and right sat two other second-year students from the Hanfu Club. They were core members preparing to take up leadership positions and would essentially become the club's vice presidents in the future.

"Everyone."

It was worth mentioning that those seated at the small tables on either side were not first-year Hanfu Club members, but other students who had signed up for the event. Most of them wore casual clothes.

The Hanfu Club members acted as staff, dressed in all kinds of hanfu as they sang, danced, served tea, and poured water.

With elegant, leisurely music playing, Luo Ye raised his teacup and said, "Servants, bring the tea!"

His words carried considerable authority. Upon hearing them, the Hanfu Club members stepped forward one after another to brew tea for the participating students.

Being the head of the household at the main table felt pretty great to Luo Ye. Still, he truly had the bearing for it. Dressed in black hanfu, he lounged gracefully in the center seat, carefree and unruly. His sheer presence alone suppressed the entire scene.

"Thank you, Brother Luo Ye, for your warm hospitality upon inviting us here today."

Among the guests, Wang Dachui played the role of a planted supporter. He