Hearing the hesitation in the other's voice, knowing that Star did not want her to use effects, Ye Wan glanced at Xia Weiyang below the stage and shook her head.
As the music started, the fan in Ye Wan's hand flew out, transforming into a fierce sword in an instant.
"...
Where will my sword go, love and hate entangled endlessly,
My blade slices through the sky, right and wrong are incomprehensible.
I am intoxicated in a haze, grace and grievances are illusions,
I awaken from a spring dream, life and death all fade to emptiness.
..."
The gauzy white veil fell on the stage, shrouding it in haze. The viewers in the livestreaming room couldn't see the face clearly, but clearly saw the graceful and carefree figure amidst the white mist.
Every move oozed with the charm of a hero roaming the Jianghu.
For a moment, everyone seemed to have followed Ye Wan into that world of swords and shadow.
"...
Come hurriedly, go hurriedly, hate that I cannot meet.
