The stage lights dimmed, casting a sultry golden aura across the arena as Yong stepped onto the platform. Her outfit was an exquisite fusion of Arabic and traditional Chinese design with a shimmering ensemble of emerald and gold fabrics that clung to her form. A delicate, slightly transparent veil draped over her face under the flickering lanterns, holding an enigmatic smile on her lips.
The music began, a hypnotic blend of melodious flutes and drums. Yong tiptoed and moved with a graceful fluidity. Her arms arched like branches swaying in the breeze. The embroidery hanging off her outfit swayed and sparkled with every turn, creating a mesmerizing cascade of light and shadow that seemed to dance alongside her.
"She is Yong," Jia whispered. "So she was still in Huayuan."
"Aren't we lucky?" He smiled. "Now, we just have to pay her a little visit after her dance performance."
