บท 662: Great Admiration

Before they could come back to their senses, each of the actors took out a long sword that glittered like frost and rotated them like swordsmen during ancient times.

Clang!

The sound of the swords was so crisp that it made everyone's hair stand on end. When they finished their performance, the actors retired to the edge of the stage, leaving the spotlight to the other performers.

The pipa solo grew quiet as some buddhist music rang out. The atmosphere softened a lot. Tommy wiped some cold sweat off his face carefully. He thought Henry would murder him, but fortunately, there were colleagues all around them.

Suddenly, he got frightened again.

Master Guolin was standing on the stage in a splendid cassock, hitting the heads of two Shaolin Monks with bricks.

"Ah!" the audience cried out before suddenly stopping.