The plump fireflies clung to the flower branches drooping in the night, their bellies pulsating, casting silver-white beams that flickered and interlaced with the cold moonlight outside the dance floor, together creating the mystique of the Clans of the Moon.
Furthermore, there were transparent bubbles encasing bright candlelight, floating low in groups, while sprites with magic wands draped in light gauze, laughed as they chased the bubbles, sprinkling colorful glows like rainbows, embellishing the ball with magnificence.
Yet, neither the blossoms scattered across the heavens nor the rainbows glistening in night could rival the striking figures in the dance floor.
Without a doubt, the duet dance of Su Shijun and Jiang Yu was the centerpiece of the ball now; to apply an ancient formula, the charm of the Moonlit Ball accounts for one talent, and these two witches alone claimed eight-tenths of it.
