El looked at himself in the dim moonlight. His muscles that were once hard like a carved statue of a god were now gone, replaced by a very slender body like a woman.
His waist was small, though his chest was still flat, and his "juniors" remained.
For the time being, El was not wearing a thong. Because all the clothes were eliminated without a trace by Yuri. Inevitably, in the future El would have to buy new clothes.
It was also impossible for El to continue wearing women's clothes, dressing up like a woman.
"I should be able to let go of this technique," El muttered in a low voice, while sighing heavily. "But, Master will surely realize and scold me. In fact, my license for tonight could be immediately canceled if he changes his mind."
"Why would I accept him as my master, huh?" El began to question his decision. "I feel like I'm being fooled."
"Should have asked Yao Chen to be my master from the start. Xiao Yan as a brother, not bad." El muttered under his breath.
El closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the nightmare he would face tomorrow. "Tomorrow will be a long day..."
Ignoring his frustration, El reached for the black kimono with silver dragon motifs that had been placed nearby.
El put it on slowly, letting the soft fabric wrap around his slender body. A matching red obi was tied around his waist, emphasising the elegant silhouette that no longer felt foreign to his.
After finishing dressing, El's gaze scanned the surrounding area, finding a mattress that was already half-destroyed from the hard training of the past few days.
With tired steps, he walked towards it, his body almost staggering.
Once there, El dropped his body and lay down immediately. Without much thought, he closed his eyes, letting the drowsiness soon take him to dreamland.
***
The main street of Wu Tan City that morning was filled with crowds. However, people's attention was instantly centred on a mysterious figure of extraordinary beauty who walked gracefully in the crowd.
Beside, a little girl also walked leisurely, presumed to be her younger sister.
"Who are those girls?"
"Has this town received a blessing? How could such a beautiful girl appear here?"
"She's like a goddess descended to the mortal world..."
Various whispers of admiration could be heard among the crowd. The men stared with flushed faces, while the women looked on with mixed expressions of awe and envy.
Some people watched him from the front, mesmerised by the elegant aura that radiated from every step.
While others, even if they only saw that Girl from behind, were still mesmerised by that girl elegance that did not fade in the slightest.
{Note: I use her, she Sister and Miss because people don't know El is a Men, ehehehe. That is trap!}
That girl, unbeknownst to many, was a man, El Ira Adrian, who was disguised as a perfectly beautiful young woman, wearing a translucent cloth veil that only added to his mysterious appeal.
By his side, walked Yuri Hao, the master, who was equally eye-catching.
They wore matching outfits of white hanfu with soft blue wave motifs. However, there was a noticeable difference in the details of El's outfit.
The hanfu El wore was much more elaborate, adorned with flower-shaped accessories pinned to his hair, adding a sense of luxury and elegance.
Amidst the mesmerised crowd, the two of them continued on their way, not the least bit bothered by the attention that was being drawn to them.
For El, this disguise was just to enhance her strength, but for Wu Tan's people, his presence was an unforgettable sight.
A crowd began to gather, curious about the show that was about to be presented. In the centre of the crowded area, Yuri held a large wooden board with beautiful writing.
"My big sister will perform a sword dance. Please give us your appreciation. We don't need money, just a poem in appreciation. My Big sister really likes poetry."
Yuri gracefully accepted the board and slowly walked to the other side, giving El enough space in the crowd.
After taking a position at the edge of the area, Yuri took out a beautiful zither from Sky Pearl Poison. Since they were of one existence, Yuri could have accessed the Sky Poison Pearl.
Yuri sat quietly, positioning his fingers on the strings, preparing to play the melody that guided El's dance.
El, on the other hand, took out a simple wooden sword from the Sky Pearl Poison. He stood up straight, his eyes closed for a moment, consolidating his breath and energy.
When Yuri plucked the first string, a soft melody began to flow, filling the air with heartfelt beauty.
El began to move. His first steps were light, like a gust of morning wind. His body followed the rhythm of the music perfectly, gliding gracefully like a dancing flame.
The wooden sword in his hand spun, moving like an extension of his body, creating trails of movement that mesmerised the eyes of the audience.
El's movements slowly came to life. He stepped forward with a gentle spin, then leapt into the air, the sword in his hand curving beautifully like a painting in the sky.
Every movement of his body exuded a harmony of strength and grace, as if he were a twisting flame, gentle yet powerful.
Yuri continued to pluck the zither with great skill. The resulting notes turned into deeper rhythms, blending more and more with each step and swing of El's sword.
Their music and dance created a harmony that kept the crowd riveted, not wanting to miss a single moment.
The culmination of the dance came when El swung his sword in a perfect circular motion, creating an illusory fire that burned around him.
Accompanied by the final notes of the zither, El finished the dance with one graceful spin, wooden sword raised high into the sky, and knees touching the ground, paying homage to the audience.
For a moment, there was only silence. The audience was mesmerised, too awestruck to speak.
Cheers echoed, breaking the silence that had previously enveloped the atmosphere. Applause erupted, signalling the admiration that the crowd could not hide.
"It's beautiful, Miss! Your dance is like magic!"
"Sister, you're like a Goddess descended from heaven!"
"Sister, will you look at the moon with me tonight?"
The enamoured people began to come forward one by one, forming a neat line in front of El. Their faces were full of awe, hope, and excitement.
In their minds, words began to form into spontaneously composed poems of heartfelt praise for the figure who had just mesmerised them with the beauty of sacred dance.
With a gentle yet graceful gesture, El snapped his fingers, and in an instant, an elegant wooden table appeared before his, taken out from Sky Pearl Poison.
The table was simple yet classy, decorated with delicate carvings in the shape of lotus flowers on the edges.
El proceeded to pick up a stack of clean white sheets of paper, then placed them on the table along with thick black ink that was poured into a small porcelain bowl.
Beside his, a brush with soft bristles and a handle that shimmered like silver was carefully taken out.
With a hand gesture, Yuri invited the people lined up to come forward, saying in a soft voice, "Please pour your poems here. My big sister will greatly appreciate your heartfelt appreciation."
Enthusiastic hands began to reach for the brushes, and the atmosphere turned more lively.
They eagerly scribbled down stanza after stanza, hoping their poems were beautiful enough to convey their admiration for the mysterious dancer.
El stood gracefully by the table, watching with a look that seemed to be full of serenity, even though inside, he was struggling to stay sane.
From behind her thin veil, El smiled warmly, displaying an undeniable air of grace. However, inside his mind, he was screaming like a struggling child.
Frustration hit his like an unrelenting storm, flooding his with uncontrollable emotions. "I'd rather die a million times!" he thought while trying to maintain his calm demeanour.