Xie Lian suddenly stood up. Shi Qingxuan put a foot on the table and rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to jump down. Xie Lian quickly held him back, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, Wind Master, calm down."
Shi Qingxuan exclaimed, "Even when someone's eye got gouged out? That's okay???"
Xie Lian replied, "It's fine. To see the 'Blood Shehuo' here is really a rare opportunity."
Shi Qingxuan promptly removed his foot from the table and asked, "Blood Shehuo? What's that?"
The two sat down again. Xie Lian explained, "In different places, Shehuo ceremonies have different styles. Blood Shehuo is a highly rare and unique style. I've only heard of it, never seen it, because its performance is bloody and bizarre with very mysterious makeup techniques that are not shared with outsiders. It's becoming increasingly rare these days."
Shi Qingxuan was amazed, "Makeup techniques? These are all fake? This... this is too realistic, I thought it was some form of evil magic!"
He wasn't exaggerating at all, and Xie Lian agreed, "The common folk are really talented in strange ways."