Su Bei sat before her. After removing her embroidered shoes, he took Wenren Pingxin's delicate, jade-like feet in his hands and began to gently knead them. He felt their softness and warmth through the silk stockings, a faint fragrance wafting to his nose.
"Hmm. Because most of them have physical disabilities or sustained severe injuries that couldn't be healed, they all cherish this opportunity very much."
"The dance itself isn't very difficult, so I reckon they'll master it soon..."
Wenren Pingxin's beautiful eyes were half-open, half-closed as she nodded slightly and said, "Find some time in the coming days to leave the Sect and procure some garments and other necessities for them. Since they're representing the Sword Sect, they naturally can't be allowed to disgrace its reputation in this regard."
In her heart, she harbored no expectations for the dance that Su Bei was preparing.
