"This..."
Seeing the audience's intense reaction, the staff had no idea what to do for a moment.
The Grand Theater's patrons might all look respectable, but when they went mad, they were especially difficult to handle.
Throughout the Grand Theater's history, there had been no shortage of performances so terrible that enraged audiences had torn down the stage and beaten the actors to death on the spot.
Of course, ever since the theater had spent heavily on protective measures such as anti-magic fields and spirit-sealing arrays, such incidents had become far less common.
But far less common did not mean nonexistent. Even if everything else was sealed, pure physical strength and bloodline power could never be fully banned.
Besides, other supernatural powers could not be completely prohibited either. Many performances required supernatural abilities to begin with.
While the staff were thrown into a passive position, Liu Zheng became even more enthusiastic in his tirade.
From the day it was born until it became the Grand Theater's principal ballet dancer, when had Black Swan ever suffered such humiliation? Unable to bear it, it took a step forward.
The moment it moved, Liu Zheng immediately took a step back. Only after seeing that it was not continuing forward did he resume cursing with relief.
"This delivery guy's got a bit of brains."
Instead of mocking him, Hishikibe actually offered a compliment.
"Of course. Senior is the wisest man there is."
Novelist said proudly.
"What are you so proud of? The smarter someone is, the more afraid of death they are. Can't you see he's deliberately keeping his distance from you?"
Hishikibe could not help but take her down a peg.
An onlooker saw things more clearly. Someone as intelligent and sensitive as her could naturally see Liu Zheng's attitude toward Novelist—both close