Soft zither music accompanied Shen Jingwei as he glided effortlessly across the stage, as light as a feather. From his aerial vantage point, the spectators below were mere specks, their lanterns twinkling like distant stars. With a graceful flip of his sword, he embarked on a mesmerizing aerial dance.
Unlike traditional dances that often celebrate feminine beauty, the sword dance is a showcase of masculine strength and agility. A skilled swordsman can manipulate his weapon with such precision that it seems like an extension of his own body.
Shen Jingwei had spent countless hours perfecting his choreography under the guidance of his dance instructor. Each toss of his sword, each acrobatic maneuver, was the result of a strenuous, meticulous training.
Creak.
Shen Jingwei furrowed his brows slightly when he heard the disconcerting sound.
What was that?
