Yun Ziliang said, "So, even though the Big Red Lotus is superior in its ability to refine elixirs, for immediate use, the Little Red Lotus is still better."
Yuan Buyu chimed in, "Performing this Nuo opera isn't without its costs. Let me tell you, Ya Zi, after just one performance, the play masters of the Zhou Family's Troupe will be left with less than half a life."
"Is it that serious?" Zhao Wuya asked.
...
In the Zhou Family's Troupe's Jingyi Hall, the hundred or so masters performing the Nuo opera truly seemed as if they were giving up half their lives, just as Yuan Buyu had said.
At this moment, they were still frantically gesturing and dancing, some ringing bells: some burning incense,
Yu Zhengyuan transformed into a relentless flag-waving machine, the command flag of the Nuo opera flew up and down in his hand,
At this point, the play masters' physical strength had reached its limit, but they couldn't stop. Within their bodies, it was as if a "Little God" had sprouted,
