Xu Zhiqing made a stunning appearance, and the entire venue immediately erupted in cheers.
Colorful beams of light shone on her, revealing a captivating stage style.
Xu Zhiqing was already a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, and now dressed in a dazzling neon robe, her long skirt and flowing ribbons added to the allure.
This ancient costume, reflecting her flawless skin that seemed as delicate as fine porcelain, left everyone in awe.
Wen Xiaoxiao jumped up and joined the audience in cheering.
"Moon Goddess, Moon Goddess..."
These voices formed a unified wave, with countless ads bearing Xu Zhiqing's image and glow sticks waving in the air.
The entire venue became a sea of joy.
"When will the moon be bright, raising my cup to the skies..."
Xu Zhiqing's unique classical voice slowly resonated.
She was singing an ancient poem, and as soon as she opened her lips to sing, the entire place suddenly fell silent.
