Chapter 229: Power Dance Troupe

"Psychic perception, very strong."

Kesi Mo evaluated, then seemed to think the explanation was enough and fell silent again.

(Alright... the conversation terminator.)

Ti Bao let out a small sigh in her heart, but didn't feel uncomfortable.

Although Kesi Mo spoke little, each sentence was sincere, with no sense of perfunctory.

She quieted down and followed attentively.

Just as Ti Bao thought the silence would last until the destination, Kesi Mo suddenly spoke up, voice still flat but with a hint of curiosity.

"You, from Weng Fa Luo Si?"

Ti Bao was startled, quickly nodded: "Yes! Like Xi Lian and Na Ke Xia, we are all Golden Descendants."

"Golden Descendant..."

Kesi Mo repeated it, eyes drifting for a moment, "I heard your world has been cycling endlessly?"

"Hmm, over thirty million cycles..."

Ti Bao's voice lowered, mentioning it always made her mood complicated, "It's long and also... painful. But now it's better; Heimu Lady rescued us."

Kesi Mo gave a slight nod, without probing the details of the cycle, and instead asked, "So you, now, how do you feel?"

"Me?"

Ti Bao thought for a moment, her face showing a sincere smile, "Very good! Though many companions are still unrecovered, being able to roam, speak, meet new friends like this... and seeing wondrous places like Letu, that's already Happiness! And Heimu Lady is very kind to me."

Kesi Mo watched her bright smile, a trace of approval flashing in their eyes.

He nodded, saying nothing more.

At that moment, faint music drifted from the far end of the corridor ahead.

A dynamic track with a strong rhythm and crisp drums.

Kesi Mo's steps paused briefly.

Ti Bao widened her eyes in curiosity.

The two exchanged a glance, quickened their pace, turned the last corner, and arrived at the entrance of Letu Hall.

Then both stopped simultaneously, as if a pause button had been pressed, frozen in place.

If the corridor was a tranquil hall, then this very hall is... Di Ting!

The spacious central area, once for gatherings and discussions, was now bathed in shifting, dazzling lights.

Deafening dynamic music surged from hidden speakers, the drumbeats making hearts race.

And at the illuminated center, a scene worthy of "Chaotic Demon Dance" unfolded.

The lead dancer, astonishingly, was Na Ke Xia from Weng Fa Luo Si!

He wore no smile, indeed looking solemn with a slight frown.

Yet his body moved with textbook precision, following the strong beat, dancing a uniquely styled routine!

Arm swings, footwork, hip twists—all hit precise cues, with a strangely earnest intensity.

Behind him, forming a triangular formation, three wildly different artists yet unified as the Sunglass Power Dance Troupe, Ying Jie, danced vigorously with the music.

On a sofa at the hall's edge, Xi Lian pressed a hand to her forehead, her azure eyes filled with the wordless thoughts of "I don't want to look" and "Who am I, where am I."

On the small coffee table beside her, Yidian held a glass of wine, gently swirling it as if admiring an alternative "Performance Art."

Ti Bao's mouth formed an O, eyes wide, completely stunned by the scene.

(Na Ke Xia?! He's... leading the dance?! Isn't Teacher Na Ke Xia's 'illness' supposed to be a solo secret? How did it become a group act?!)

She instinctively looked at the nearby Kesi Mo.

The ever‑calm youth, still expressionless, had eyes that clearly reflected Kevin dancing wildly at the hall's center, his pupils briefly dilating.

(Kevin... dancing?)

Kesi Mo felt a considerable shock inside.

(Still wearing those sunglasses... the moves are... so powerful, could this be some new training method?)

He unusually fell into brief confusion.

At that moment, Xi Lian on the edge sofa seemed to notice the commotion at the entrance and turned her head.

Seeing Ti Bao, she visibly froze, then a look of surprise appeared on her face.

She quickly rose, avoided the "dance floor" area, and jogged to Ti Bao and Kesi Mo.

"Ms. Tili Biyosi? How did you get here?" Xi Lian's voice was surprised.

Ti Bao finally recovered from shock, looked at Xi Lian, and forced a smile: "Ah, Sister Xi Lian! Just call me Ti Bao!"

Her tone was natural, even a bit affectionate.

Xi Lian was startled again.

(Ti Bao... calls me sister again? And the tone... sounds like when she wasn't fully lucid before, what's going on?)

Ti Bao seemed to notice her doubt, blinked, her eyes warm with a smile: "What's wrong, little Xi Lian? Don't like me calling you that?"

The tone suggested they were long‑time close sisters.

Xi Lian felt a warmth, quickly shook her head, a faint smile on her face: "No, I like it. Just a bit surprised... Ti Bao."

She accepted the more affectionate address.

"That's good~"

Ti Bao smiled brightly, then eagerly pointed to the hall's center, lowering her voice, unable to hide confusion, "But... little Xi Lian, what's actually going on? How did Na Ke Xia end up leading? And those three... why are they following?"

Xi Lian followed her gaze, a twitch at the corner of her mouth, rubbed her temple, a face of "memories best left unspoken."

"It's a long story..."

She sighed, explaining as concisely as possible, "In short... Miss Ailixiya, while chatting with everyone, apparently said something unintentionally... and it seemed to trigger some... um, switch of Teacher Na Ke Xia."

Xi Lian recalled that at that moment Na Ke Xia's eyes suddenly went blank, their body began to sway slightly, and they muttered "rhythm… tempo… the concrete expression of knowledge…".

Then, before anyone could react, Na Ke Xia suddenly slid to the center of the hall and, in an extremely solemn tone, announced: "Practice yields true knowledge. Let me demonstrate what the Rational Dance is!".

Immediately afterward, music inexplicably began to play, and Na Ke Xia started dancing with meticulous precision.

"Ai Li Xi Ya thinks… hmm, very interesting, and immediately joined, saying she wants to 'explore the rhythm of beauty together'."

Xi Lian continued, her tone helpless, "As for Mr. Kevin and Miss Wei Er Wei…".

Xi Lian glanced at the two sunglasses‑wearing, unusually engrossed English troublemakers, "I don't know either!".

Ti Bao listened, eyes wide in astonishment, yet couldn't help but want to laugh.

Kesi Mo stood silently beside them, listening, and his gaze turned again toward Kevin in the dance floor, thinking:

(So it wasn't training… those sunglasses. Kevin, it turns out he also has this side…).

He felt his Cognition of this person needed to be updated.