The witch in the centre of the crowd was Jiang Yu.
She was dressed in a purple Luoxian skirt with wide sleeves today, the dark dress was covered with gorgeous patterns, and was overlaid with a veil as light as mist. When she passed by the crowd, her sleeves fluttered, resembling a graceful butterfly.
Jingling jade pendants and rhythmic steps accompanied the witch as she lifted her skirt and jogged along the dance music in the night, creating a unique charm. The focus of the surrounding male witches followed her exposed white arms and occasionally visible legs under her skirt, while they tried hard to uphold a dignified gentlemanly demeanor, making them even more amusing.
"Finally, I see a familiar face!" The witch stopped in front of Zheng Qing, fanning herself while flashing a kind smile. She squinted at the scholarship student before her, her eyes shining, "How was my dance just now?"
