Cen Mai led Ling Ping'an around the main hall of Luming Hall and went to the back door.

Then, he quietly pushed the door open and walked into a narrow corridor.

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Ling Ping'an could not help but ask, "Why didn't you use the main door?"

Cen Mai turned to look at this guy and said, "Use the main door. Do you want others to know that you came to the Fusang Embassy?"

Ling Ping'an was stunned, "If you've been to the Fusang Embassy, will there be any bad effects?"

He really didn't know about this!

Cen Mai chuckled, "Under normal circumstances, of course not!"

"But..."

"If you came to participate in the underground ball..."

He gave a knowing look.

Ling Ping'an scratched his head, but he still didn't quite understand.

Cen Mai had no choice but to introduce him, "Brother Ling, you probably don't know that this world has a distinction between appearance and yin and yang, right?"

"I don't know how many people. They are well-dressed and gentlemanly in formal occasions. Once in private... their true colors are revealed... hehe..."

He walked past a windowsill, picked up a mask from the windowsill and put it on his face.

Then, he turned around and said to Ling Ping'an, "Look, if I put on a mask, will you still recognize me?"

Ling Ping'an originally wanted to tell him that even if he didn't wear a mask, as long as they didn't see each other for two to three hours, his face blindness would cause me to confuse him with other people.

But after thinking for a while, he held it in.

After all, it was a big taboo to be shallow.

Thus, he nodded.

The other party casually threw a mask to Ling Ping'an, "Put it on!"

"Liberate your nature!"

Ling Ping'an held the mask and looked at it. It seemed to be a mask from a Sichuan Opera?

"Liberate your nature?" Ling Ping'an asked.

"Yes!" Cen Mai, who wore a green mask with fangs, said, "We are all products of social and moral discipline!"

"The school instilled morality in us, society set all kinds of rules and the family brought all kinds of restrictions..."

"But these... are actually all imposed on us by others..."

"Restrictions, imprison and shackles that oppress us."

"Put on the mask and put down those restrictions..."

As he said that, Cen Mai began to recite to his heart's content, "There are adults and gentlemen who regard heaven and earth as a day, ten thousand days as a moment, the sun and moon as a cooper's window and the eight desolates as a thoroughfare..."

As Ling Ping'an listened, it was as if a string had been plucked in his heart.

He slowly put on the mask.

When the mask was put on his face, a brand new feeling rose from his heart.

The world in his eyes seemed to have become more exciting because of this!

Colorful lights and dense mist surrounded him.

His state of mind also had an extremely subtle and strange change because of this.

Thus, Ling Ping'an laughed, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "Listening quietly without hearing the sound of thunder, seeing without seeing the shape of Mount Tai, feeling the cold and heat cutting through my muscles and feeling the desire for profit. Looking down at all things, disturbing me as if I was a duckweed in the third year of the Han Dynasty; serving the side of the second prince, as if I was winning and being a Banshee!"

Cen Mai watched Ling Ping'an put on the mask. He laughed with incomparable pride, feeling as if he had saved another person who had lost his way.

Thus, he swaggered towards the dance floor where the lights were shining and the voices of people were boisterous.

As he walked, he called out, "Come..."

But...

Ling Ping'an remained where he was and said softly, "Worms and moths..."

He repeated, "Worms and moths..."

"All things in the world are nothing more than this!"

This world instantly became small in his eyes.

The loneliness and coldness that had been suppressed in his heart rose.

In his eyes, all the people in this world had become ephemera.

Everything instantly became dull and tasteless.

In his arms, the kitten Bastet's body seemed to be nervous.

Every hair on its body stood up.

Ling Ping'an looked at it, smiled and gently stroked it. "Don't be afraid!" He comforted it in a low voice. "Little Darling, I won't hurt you!"

Thus, he strode forward.

The human heart under the mask was extremely arrogant in an instant!

Ling Ping'an even felt that he was not alone in this moment.

Liu Ling, Li Bai... countless poets that he had once liked possessed him at this moment.

He was like Liu Ling when he was drunk when he was in this world.

It was just a momentary worm, a life-and-death moth.

To everything in this world, he was as unrestrained as Li Bai.

The Emperor did not come to board the ship and claimed to be the wine God!

Wrong!

What was the Emperor?

Ling Ping'an raised his head. The Emperor was just a time of life and death.

He was a sir.

A sir who regarded the world as a day and a time of ten thousand years!

The sun and moon were just a paper window. They were all around the world, but they were just a corner in the courtyard.

It was not a big deal, nor was it a big deal.

At this moment, Ling Ping'an only had one feeling in his heart: a grain of sand in the vast ocean. He sighed at the lack of light in the sun and moon because of the shortness of the Yangtze River.

Thus, he hugged the bright moon to sleep and used the flying immortal as his maidservant!

The universe was just a pond!

He gently raised his feet.

He took a step forward gently.

His footsteps were light. When he stepped on the ground, it was as if he was stepping on a sponge.

He smiled but he had a feeling in his heart that this was not good.

It was better not to play like this in the future.

But for now...

Let's play first!

He touched his cat. The cat was very small, its body was very soft and its touch was very smooth. It felt like he was touching a peerless beauty written in a book, a beauty that could topple cities.

There was a faint fragrance in his nose.

This fragrance seeped into his heart and made his spirit a little excited.

Following Cen Mai's footsteps, he walked onto the dance floor in front of him.

The dancing lights swayed in front of his eyes. Countless men and women swayed along with the wild music.

But...

"What kind of music is this?" Ling Ping'an shook his head, "How can such low-level, error-ridden and meaningless noise be called music?"

Ling Ping'an didn't know why, but at this moment, he felt that his mind was extremely clear.

Everything he had seen in the past, even the things he had glanced at, were all in his mind.

He even felt that he was omnipotent.

"This Liu Ling's possession of my body is too much!" He thought but this feeling was very good.

So, even though he knew that something was wrong, he still enjoyed it.

To put it in a sentence, he couldn't stop thinking about home.

"Is this the liberation of nature?" Ling Ping'an thought.

In front of him, Cen Mai, who was wearing a mask, had already blended into the dance floor and started to sway with the music.

Ling Ping'an shook his head, "Boring!"

In his eyes, the men and women on the dance floor were indeed boring.

It was just like how humans would not be curious about the ants' ball in the ant nest.

In his eyes, this was just a swaying dance, it was simply a waste of time.

Not only was there no beauty to speak of, there was also no skill to speak of.

The key was that it was inferior, stupid and useless!

The real dance had always been...

The dance of civilization...

The dance of war...

The dance of survival...

Or...

The dance of truth!

He didn't know why he had such thoughts but that was what he thought in his heart.

Such decadent music and such a low-class dance.

It made Ling Ping'an very unhappy.

So, he stepped forward and walked to the music stage above the dance floor.

He wanted to tell these people, what was real music in his eyes? What real dance was!