The song went:
"An immortal descended from jeweled halls of jade, no less radiant than Chang'e coming down to earth.
Daji's waist swayed gracefully, her singing soft and gentle, like light clouds dancing in the wind above a ridge, like tender willows brushing the waters of a pond."
Daji had always been the daughter of Su Hu, Marquis of Jizhou, accomplished in music, painting, song, and dance. She was already a beauty who could bring ruin, her charm at its peak. Now that she had cultivation and had received the true teachings of the Nine-Tails Fox, the Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit, and the White Jade Pipa Spirit, she could naturally bewitch all living beings in an instant. She had stolen King Zhou's very soul.
As for what sort of man King Zhou was, Xiao Tian certainly did not consider him a good person. Perhaps he had achieved a few commendable things, but he had indeed written that poem in Nuwa Temple himself, showing disrespect to Lady Nuwa.
Still, no one was perfect. Some things simply could not be explained clearly or put into words.
Whether King Zhou smashed an already cracked jar in resignation or indulged in pleasure, none of it mattered to Xiao Tian. He, too, was a player at the chessboard. Why would he care whether King Zhou lived or died? He was not King Zhou's father.
"Wonderful, wonderful! What a fine dance! A slender waist turns lightly, red sleeves dance; a graceful silhouette stirs the fragrant dust. Immortal robes drift like flowing clouds, her lovely bearing as enchanting as a heavenly maiden."
King Zhou was delighted and laughed heartily. This time, he was truly satisfied.
Among the other court officials, some frowned in displeasure, while others fawned and flattered. For a time, this farce raised the curtain on