In her nearly twenty years of experience in the field, she had never seen a performance this gaudy, aside from maybe a stage play or a grand ethnic chorus!
The mismatched costumes would inevitably distract the audience. For Group Three, this would make it even more difficult to get a high score and qualify for the final performance.
As Master Yuan thought of this, a sneer touched her lips. 'I won't even have to lift a finger. The overall skill level of the Group Three dancers can't even match Group Two's. How could they possibly hope to catch up to Group One?'
She then gave another cold laugh, turned to face Group One, and forced a rare, benevolent smile as she offered them a few words of encouragement.
In stark contrast, the girls of Group Three felt uncomfortable and humiliated as they endured the curious and disdainful stares from the crowd.
Xia Zhaoyun smiled and patted their shoulders. "Girls, you must always remember one thing: your only enemy is yourself!"
