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Facing the gaze of the crowd, a slender figure holding the Ancient Flute approached, accompanied by the curling notes of the instrument, she walked slowly over here.

The eyes of the audience moved little by little with her steps.

Getting closer.

Her delicate facial features gradually emerged under the crystal lights, Mu Qingli walked among the crowd with not a trace of panic on her clear and handsome face, as if she were the hostess of this banquet.

Her long hair was tied up with a jade-green hairpin, leaving only a few strands hanging at her temples. The contrast of black against white was particularly eye-catching.

The blue-gray cheongsam outlined a flawless figure, with the embroidered peony patterns gaining a sense of three-dimensionality against her exquisite physique. The red stamens and green leaves seemed as if they had come to life.