The dancer on stage was unaware that the light silks and thin skirts she cast aside for effect almost led to the downfall of the Hundred Flowers Building today.
Up in the private room, the Snow Maiden's eyes had turned blue.
The last time she fought to the death with Dongfang Hongyue, unleashing all her power, they had been that same intelligent blue.
"Is this what you call art?"
Lin Yun felt a tingling in his scalp, but he adopted an air of detachment and said, "This is one form of art. Personally, I am not fond of this particular form, but the common folk below enjoy it. Those dancers are also commoners; naturally, they must satisfy the vulgar tastes of the public to make a living.
Therefore, I am actually observing these people and events with a critical eye."
Lin Yun spoke with an air of righteousness as he waved his hand, signaling for the girls pouring wine to leave; life was not easy for them either, coming out to accompany drinks and nearly freezing to death.
