One that caused a massive wave of shrieks and applause from the wealthy succubi and demon lords in the audience.
And then, stepping out from the opposite side of the stage, was Lin Ji'an.
The crowd's roar died in their throats, replaced by a sudden, gasp of absolute awe.
Ji'an walked out in the flowing dark crimson pants and the plunging black silk vest. But it wasn't the scandalous outfit that paralyzed the room.
It was the suffocating gravity of her presence. With her glitching artifact softening her jaw, and her luminescent silver hair cascading down her back, she didn't look like a dancer.
She looked like a captive celestial god, arrogant, untamed, and fiercely, devastatingly beautiful.
She didn't sway her hips. She walked with a heavy, purposeful, military stride, her silver-flecked eyes sweeping the audience with utter disdain.
Up in the Third-Tier VIP Suite, Yan Xuanye had been raising his goblet to his lips to take a bored sip of wine.
