Inside the wooden cabin, the light was dim, and a sweet, cloying scent filled the air.
The storm has just passed.
Bai Chenxiang at this moment was like a rag doll that had been taken apart and then reassembled.
She lay limply on the bed, unable to move even a finger.
Occasionally, it would move slightly out of control, clearly exhausted.
Her consciousness was already somewhat scattered, with tear stains still clinging to the corners of her eyes, but a satisfied smile on her lips.
Qin Chen reached out and pulled the blanket over her snow-white skin, then pulled the exhausted girl into his arms.
Bai Chenxiang instinctively snuggled into Qin Chen's arms, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.
Even in his sleep, his body would occasionally tremble slightly, as if he was still savoring the experience he had just had.
Qin Chen gently patted her back, his gaze fixed intently on the window.
...
Our gaze returns to the dark arena.
The atmosphere in the arena was electric, several times more frenzied than when they had just watched the Soul Masters fight to the death.
Tens of thousands of spectators seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, shouting at the top of their lungs, their faces red and necks bulging.
The sound waves crashed against the dome of the dueling arena like a tsunami.
The music stopped when the dance troupe finished their piece.
The commotion had subsided slightly, but the air was still thick with the scent of hormones.
In the center of the arena.
Xue Wu, the center of attention, stood under the spotlight, her head still buzzing a little.
The female dancers around them were all excited and surrounded them, their eyes filled with undisguised envy and admiration.
"Oh my god! Sister Xuewu, you really made the list! Number twenty-first on the list of most beautiful women!"
"Sister Xuewu, I knew you could do it! You are our goddess!"
Listening to her sisters' excited congratulations, Xuewu slowly came back to her senses.
She seemed to be influenced by her master or that person, or perhaps it was due to her long-term cultivation of ice-attribute martial souls.
Her cool and aloof face showed little emotion, as if none of this concerned her.
She simply tilted her head slightly, glanced at the sky again, and a barely perceptible ripple flashed in her eyes.
Just then.
Someone in the audience started it, and a shout broke the brief silence.
"One more!"
Immediately afterwards, the sound spread like wildfire, instantly igniting the entire venue.
"One more! One more!"
"We want to see the Snow Dance Goddess dance!"
"Don't stop! Keep the music playing! Keep dancing!"
The voices of tens of thousands of people converged into a terrifying sound wave, perfectly synchronized, soaring straight into the sky.
At this moment, the audience seemed to have forgotten their previous fear of the cold-faced Snow Butler.
After all, the dance troupe's performances were a regular feature of the dueling arena, a service they could enjoy simply by paying money.
If someone from the dueling arena were to intervene at a time like this, that would be a real eyesore!
This sudden enthusiasm put the girls in a bit of a dilemma.
They had just performed three hot dances in a row, far exceeding the scheduled performance time, and were about to engage in the next life-or-death battle.
Just as they were at a loss, a man dressed in a black brocade robe with a gentle smile walked slowly onto the stage.
Looking at the enthusiastic faces below the stage, he felt somewhat helpless.
Fine, those who paid are the bosses. Since you want to watch, then watch as much as you want.
The evil steward gently patted the soul tool in his hand and spoke with a smile:
"Ahem... Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet for a moment, I have a few words to say."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly transmitted to every corner of the venue through the soul tool.
Moreover, the unique spiritual pressure emanating from the Evil Master silenced the noisy audience instantly.
Tens of thousands of eyes turned to him.
The evil steward nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Xue Wu in the center of the arena and said gently:
"Xuewu, since everyone is so enthusiastic, why don't you do a few more dances to liven things up for everyone?"
He paused, a hint of deeper meaning in his voice:
"If the king knew, he would surely be pleased with your performance today."
The word "king" was uttered.
Many of the older audience members instinctively shrank their necks and swallowed.
That was a reverence etched into one's very bones.
But they quickly realized that this was something the Evil Master himself had agreed to!
Then, even more enthusiastic cheers erupted.
"The evil steward is right! Long live the king!"
"For the King! Goddess Snow Dance, give us another one!"
"That's right! For the sake of the king, we must dance a few more times!"
And in the center of the arena.
Xue Wu, who had been somewhat hesitant, lit up her clear, beautiful eyes the moment she heard the word "King".
king...
That figure involuntarily appeared in her mind.
That figure, always hidden in the darkness, looking down at everything with an indifferent yet reassuring gaze.
The reason she practices dancing so hard and strives so desperately to shine on stage is...
It wasn't just for Master Xue Linglong's expectations.
It was also so that... that person would look at her more.
Even if it's just for a second longer in a crowd.
Thinking of this, a resolute look appeared on Xue Wu's usually aloof face.
She nodded heavily to the evil mastermind on the stage, then turned around abruptly and regrouped with her sisters.
She took a deep breath, raised her long arm, and snapped her fingers crisply in the air.
"Smack!"
That sound was like some kind of signal.
The band, already prepared, once again played an even more energetic and rhythmic piece!
As the drumbeats faded, Xue Wu's silver-white figure, like a snow sprite, leaped once more on the arena.
Every movement is precisely timed to the beat, hot and sexy, yet carrying an aloof and unapproachable air, creating a fatal allure.
This contrast captivated the audience.
And amidst this revelry...
The golden sky above has changed once again.
Golden light swirled, and the image began to distort and recombine.
[Record of the Past: The Beginning - Snow Dance]
Then, a completely new scene slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.
...
The scene depicts a spacious and bright courtyard.
The sunlight was perfect, casting golden dappled patterns on the bluestone slabs.
A little girl who looked only six years old was wearing a pure white dress and was practicing her dance barefoot in the middle of the courtyard.
That was a snow dance from my childhood.
Although she is still young, her future beauty is already evident.
She is flexible and full of spirit, as if she was born to dance.
Around her, faint white silk shadows could be seen fluttering, which were her martial spirit.
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