Her sleeves flowed like clear springs, her skirt shimmered and danced like glowing light. Tassels hung from her waist and back, swaying with every step, revealing glimpses of her snowy skin.
As the music began, Grace started to dance gracefully, each step as delicate as a lotus blooming.
For the past fifteen years of Grace's life, in her pursuit of Connor Gu's heart—and because she couldn't cultivate and had plenty of free time—she poured her energy into learning dance and music, convinced she could use these talents to attract his attention.
Little did she know, in a world where martial strength reigns supreme, such ideas were far too naive—and practically asking for trouble.
But her dancing skills were indeed hard-earned.
She moved as gracefully as a willow, as elegantly as a dragon gliding, her turns rippling like lotus flowers breaking through the waves, her steps swirling like snow caught in the wind.
The men were all utterly entranced.
Even the women couldn’t take their eyes off her.
Almost everyone in the room gathered around to watch Grace dance.
Including the Antler Serpent.
He hid behind the armchair in the corner, poking his head out to watch her.
Of course, that was Evan Xiao.
He’d found Shannon’s note and came looking for them.
He’d followed the Heartscale to get here.
He never expected that, upon arriving… he’d see Grace dancing in front of a crowd, under the leering eyes of so many men.
The Antler Serpent’s gaze was cold as ice.
Just then, the music reached its peak, and Grace began to spin.
Her sleeves fluttered, her dress billowed, and petals kept spilling from her sleeves, landing on the men below.
It was just petals, but the men acted like they’d been hit with a jolt—some whistled, some shouted, all of them worked up.
Quentin Kwan was in an excellent mood. He laughed and ordered his men, "No need to have her entertain guests for now—let her dance for us."
With this, she was sure to attract a swarm of customers, all desperate to chase after her.
That way, Quentin Kwan could have the beauty all to himself and rake in even more profit—why not?
Suddenly—bang! Bang! Bang! Several loud noises rang out.
Everyone thought it was just another one of Grace’s stunts, and the cheers got even louder.
After just five or six breaths, everyone started collapsing one after another.
Poison Gas Bombs!
The whole reason she suggested dancing was to lure everyone over—so she could poison them all at once!
In the sealed room, the poison quickly filled the air. All except Grace and her two companions—who’d already taken the antidote—fell victim to her exclusive Poison Gas Bombs.
Grace jumped off the stage and handed Joanna Zuo and Shannon each a dose of antidote.
"This poison kills in sixty breaths. Give the antidote to those victimized women!" Grace ordered.
So the three quickly got to work, giving antidote to all the women present.
Just in case any of them were Quentin Kwan’s people, they also sealed their acupoints.
Finally, Grace took one more antidote, split it in half, gave Quentin Kwan half, and sealed all his acupoints too.
Quentin Kwan slowly woke up, only to see Grace, dazzling in red, looking as radiant as a peach blossom.
"You!" He stared at her. "How did you do it? Where did those Poison Gas Bombs come from?"
They searched you!
Grace drew her Celestial Sword and held it to his neck. "Take a guess."
"Let me guess… You hid the Poison Gas Bombs… down there?" Quentin Kwan ogled her shamelessly, his gaze utterly depraved.
Grace kicked him right in the dantian. His eyes nearly popped out, but he still perversely bent over, laughing, "Hahaha! Beauty, what do you want to do with me?"