It was very simple, or so it seemed in Xiao Yao's eyes, but to everyone else, it was an impossible feat.
Even if Chang Minyu's dance on the palm of the hand was as light and graceful as a swallow's flight, at the very least, she had a support point to land on.
But what about Xiao Yao's performance? There was only a wire.
Yes, Xiao Yao was performing a dance on a wire. This was a feat a thousand times more difficult than the palm dance; they had never even heard of anyone dancing on a wire merely two or three millimeters thick. And Xiao Yao wasn't just dancing; she was playing the ancient zither while dancing.
What kind of extremely difficult, heaven-defying performance was this?
And most importantly, hadn't Xiao Yao herself claimed she couldn't dance? What was this all about?
After a while, Xiao Yao emerged from her senior brother's suite, having changed her clothes.
The moment she stepped out, everyone was shocked once again. She was breathtakingly beautiful!
