The boy dancing under the moonlight possessed a transcendent, otherworldly sanctity, engraving his figure into the minds of every spectator.
Unlike the villagers, who watched with wide eyes, reluctant to even blink, Baimeng had seen this dance countless times. Yet not a single practice session could compare to this formal performance.
Free from distraction, the boy had woven his very breathing into the dance. With every step, sweep, and spin, the full moon reflected on the surface of the blade followed his movements, tracing one graceful arc after another.
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