After dancing the Duck Dance for five minutes, Ao Qian came to his senses. His female follower and his younger brother Ao Kun immediately ran over to ask what had happened.
Ao Qian was still a little muddled. "Nothing's wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine."
Ao Kun said, "Brother, you just danced the Duck Dance in front of everyone. Don't you remember?"
With that, Ao Kun used his magic power to show him the scene. Seeing the disgraceful spectacle he had made of himself, Ao Qian was horrified. Someone had cast a spell on him.
Little did he know that Jun Moxiao had already erased those memories. Otherwise, he would surely have been scared witless.
Jun Moxiao had also been afraid his methods would terrify Ao Qian into refusing to duel Shi Hao, so he had played a little trick to make him temporarily forget that humiliating memory.
Ao Qian saw Jun Moxiao's group laughing uproariously off to one side. Hun Tian, Pan Yi, and the others were mocking him in particular.
"Ao Qian! You make a pretty convincing duck! Why not just become one from now on?"
Hun Tian and Pan Yi showered Ao Qian with ridicule. They were all Heavenly Prodigies among Supremes, and they would never pass up a chance to trample him.
Ao Qian's female follower quietly transmitted her voice to him. "My lord! That most handsome young man told you to dance the Duck Dance, and then you started dancing against your will!"
"What?"
Ao Qian's heart lurched. Then he steadied himself and looked over, discovering that the beautiful young man was lounging lazily in a Rocking Chair. Four peerless fairies surrounded him, their figures stunning, their faces exquisite, and immortal grace drifting about them. One was tapping his legs and massaging him, while the