Yu Liang felt his brain was being violated.
This type of art was simply too advanced, teeming with surrealism, which as a human being, he clearly found hard to accept.
However, since the high priest continued to share the subtleties of the dance with him, Yu Liang could only maintain a guise of appreciation with a smile.
When a leader passionately shares what they consider the best, it's hard for anyone to refuse openly. That would be too much of a mood killer and could appear to be uncouth.
Li Huazhao, on the other hand, was enthusiastically absorbed. He hadn't expected that his random actions in the grass baby temple hundreds of years ago would give rise to such a marvelous performance.
Without intending to, he planted a seed that grew into a lush willow tree, and before long his achievement was known throughout the world.
A group of grass baby girls with rabbit ears, black silk, and tentacles dancing around a pole was not something everyone could enjoy.
