Seeing the lion dance, Li Huowang thought he was mistaken at first, but when he caught sight of the dense cluster of human feet under the white cloth, he was sure he hadn't. This was exactly the lion dance from the Lion Dance Palace he'd seen underground in Qingqiu.
With the Ritual Master leading the way, the two lion dances followed him along the bamboo poles, flipping, pouncing, leaping, climbing, worshiping at his pace.
Li Huowang could understand them performing Nuoxi, but he really hadn't expected the lion dance to participate in the Nuoxi as well.
He closely studied the Nuoxi mask on the Ritual Master's face, and the mask on the lion dance's head—Li Huowang felt there was a subtle similarity between them.
Under Li Huowang's gaze, the Ritual Master finished the Nuoxi. Normally, someone would sing the lines during Nuoxi, but this time, even after the music ended, the Ritual Master hadn't sung a single word.
