"Look! Xiangmei's finally coming on! It's their turn!"
An excited cry suddenly cut through the clamor of the banquet hall. Zhou Duoduo's cheeks flushed with excitement as she vigorously waved the hand clutching her handkerchief, pointing straight at the figure slowly stepping onto the stage over flower petals-Du Xiangmei.
Though she still harbored some resentment toward her, she was too embarrassed to call her "Du Ti Zi" in front of all these guests, so she buried that little grievance in her heart.
That shout instantly drew everyone's attention.
The people who had been gathered around Yun Shan and Yun Shui, teasing them about their squabbling, all turned toward the stage. Even the clinking of cups around the tables grew quieter.
After all, amusing as the playful antics of young men and women were, they could hardly compare to the stunning entrance of the Misty Sect's goddess. Who wouldn't want to behold this peerless beauty?
Clad in a flowing gown the color of misty sunset clouds, Du Xiangmei glided over a carpet of colorful crabapple and magnolia petals. Her skirts fluttered gently, making her look like an immortal maiden emerging from the celestial realm of the Jade Pool.
The hundred colorful butterflies embroidered on her skirt seemed touched by immortal magic. Their wingtips trembled with her steps, so lifelike that they seemed ready to take flight from the fabric at any moment.
The pure-gold dangling hairpin set at an angle in her hair was adorned with tiny bells. With every light step, their crisp, melodious jingling answered the wind chimes hanging from the four corners of the eaves, weaving a lilting song that lingered among the rafters.
Upon reaching the center of the stage, she paused briefly and raised her slender, jade-white hand. From the flower basket held by a