Mountain Beyond Mountains, Banquet Hall.
The transparent lights shone on the T-stage, where groups of young girls wearing war robes of the Warring States period danced gracefully like startled swans and swimming dragons, following the rhythm of the drums at the feast.
The short afternoon break had swept away everyone's fatigue from the journey, and watching the singing and dancing before them, sipping the fine wine in their cups, and holding the beauties beside them, truly indulged them in the pleasures like King Zhou.
"Mr. Chen has such a refined taste; this Warring States dance is rare to see," Zhao Liangyou raised his glass and said with a smile.
"Hey, Mr. Chen, aren't you going to find some fun?" Zhou Xiansheng looked at Chen Cheng sitting alone and walked over with a drink, winking and asking:
"You've come to your Mountain Beyond Mountains, why not relax?"
