C291 Swallow on the Palm

"Greetings, Lord Wu Xiang. Greetings, Patriarch."

The woman in the black dress looked down on everyone as she walked out from amongst the eighteen female dancers.

Without the woman in the black dress, the dance immediately lost its flavor. It was lifeless, like a blank painting without any color. It was lonely and cold.

"Greetings to Lord Wu Xiang from Feiyan