Pei Mianman began her demonstration.

She had been born beautiful. Paired with the gracefulness of this technique, she didn’t look like she was displaying a martial art at all. Instead, it looked as if she was dancing.

This truly was a splendid and wonderful performance; it was as if a goddess had appeared in the world of mortals.

Zu An couldn’t hold back a sigh. What the heck was I even watching before? Those period-costume dramas have nothing on this! Those court dancers all look so stupid in comparison.

If the dance performances had been anywhere near this level, then everyone’s eyes would have been glued to their screens.

Zu An’s eyes tracked Pei Mianman’s movements back and forth. He felt as if his own heart was pounding along with her dance.

Pei Mianman explained the technique while demonstrating. When she was done, she looked over at him and noticed his stupefied expression. Her anger flared immediately. “I’m done. How much of it do you remember?”

You have successfully trolled Pei Mianman for 233 Rage points!

“I remember all of it,” replied Zu An subconsciously.

“All of it?” Pei Mianman’s brow immediately furrowed. It had been in a moment of anger that she said that she would only show it to him once. How could anyone have learned it from just a...