Chen Yi didn't know whose dream he had wandered into.
There was music deep within,
women danced to the music, their dances beautiful and captivating, the swirling skirts drifted among the bamboo leaves, intense and bold, sometimes dispersing, sometimes gathering, here playing instruments, there vivid and lively.
Damn this is so imperial!
Even someone like Chen Yi, who was both bold and knowledgeable, couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight.
Bamboo leaves fluttering, the jingling bells swayed on sweat-drenched arms, as if tapping on his heart, then leaving with a smile, teasing him, leaving him helpless, having no choice but to succumb.
Chen Yi wasn't one to submit,
he was very spirited.
Ahead was a demoness with a charming smile, her eyebrows and appearance like flowing water, her tongue teasingly poised, seductively beckoning to Chen Yi.
His whole body was in a fever, pores bristling, Chen Yi laughed boldly, raised his sword, and strode forward,
"What do you want?"
