The title of King Yama was certainly not conferred without reason; when the middle-aged woman put on a stern face, the entire dance hall instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. One hundred and eighty trainees, along with eighteen instructors, all turned their attention to the middle-aged woman.
"Take a ten-minute break, Qin Ruoxue, step forward!"
As the middle-aged woman's words fell, the hall remained silent. At that moment, from the very front of the queue, a tall woman with fair skin quickly stepped forward.
"Minister, you were looking for me!"
Her crisp and ethereal voice echoed throughout the hall, and as the tall female student, with sweat on her forehead, gently spoke, it was like a spring breeze caressing one's face, rippling hearts.
The middle-aged woman just nodded at the tall woman. She brought her to Chu Mo's side and then formally introduced her:
