บท 521: The Dance

He opened his thin lips and raised an eyebrow, his winks and smiles making him look like an ancient lady from a Chinese painting.

Silence prevailed. Even the waiter paused, for fear of disturbing his performance.

It was a clean, even tune. Qin Guan retreated with a faint smile on his face, looking slightly drunk. The keyboard player nearly moved to support him, but he stopped when he saw Qin Guan's next move.

He moved his sleeves and smiled at the audience. Then he turned around and covered his face with the fan.

Even drunk, he still looked as glorious as ever.

"The moon has just left the sea..." This was not the hoarse voice of a man. It was the power of Mei School.

"It’s gradually rising to the middle of the sky.

Heaven and Earth are visible under the moonlight.

Chang’e has left the Moon Palace..."

It was the classic Peking Opera "Drunk Concubine".