The cause and effect in the world, indescribably wonderful.
Although still young, it was evident that Clara grasped this at that mont.
"Ah—no need for this."
In contrast, Ah Lian’s understanding was clearly much shallower, instinctively refusing overly generous compensation.
"No need to be polite, I’m already quite satisfied with today’s content alone."
Fu Qian, however, tossed it over directly without further ado, with such grace and generosity, as if the money wasn’t his.
Clap—
Not even bothering with Ah Lian’s reaction, he had already grabbed the two bundles of incense from her hand, lit one, and handed it to Clara.
"Here, keep going."
But then...
Suddenly awakened, yet in Ah Lian’s puzzled gaze, Clara still couldn’t co up with a reason to refuse.
Reaching out to take it, she walked to the side again, inserting the incense in the sa position.
And at the mont the posture was set, she deeply felt that this night was indeed bizarre to the extre.
Even though theoretically she always had the choice not to continue dancing.
Yet amidst all these coincidences, it truly made one experience the feeling of being at the rcy.
More marvelous was the ensuing peace of mind.
Staring at the starlight between the sky and water, Clara’s footsteps began to move again.
...
"Earlier... were you doing this?"
It’s not just the perforr feeling strange; although Clara danced beautifully, Ah Lian was clearly more surprised by this bizarre scene of one performing and one watching.
How was this combination ford?
Instant affinity? A reunion after long absence? Or were they both possessed?
Whether it’s the intensity of the performance or the leisurely appreciation, it’s extrely difficult to believe these are two chance-encounter travelers.
Not to ntion these two had already been weird together once before...
"Yes, what do you think?"
Understanding Ah Lian’s feelings, Fu Qian showed no intent to enlighten.
Roaming around worldly society, who hasn’t encountered sothing wicked? Just treat it as encountering so filth.
"The dance is indeed good... even compared to the best dancers in Lan Fyla, there might be a gap."
Aware this shouldn’t be the focus, but upon a slight cue, Ah Lian’s gaze was unconsciously drawn to the movents over there, ultimately murmuring approval.
"So you’ve seen quite a few performances then?"
Fu Qian seized the extra information she let slip.
"Indeed... though never as an independent category, this type of performance is quite popular."
Ah Lian nodded, rather frankly admitting the lowbrow taste of the masses.
"This is what is called the people’s enjoynt—so when did such classical projects start rising?"
No embarrassnt at all, Fu Qian spoke as if in casual conversation.
"Far too long ago, before I was born."
Clara’s movents grew increasingly intense in feeling; if not for this relaxed chatting atmosphere as a buffer, Ah Lian almost felt a compulsion to flee.
"Was it before Gregor died?"
Fu Qian casually brought up a na.
"I have to think about it... probably even earlier."
Without realizing it seed odd for a traveler to ntion this na, after brief contemplation, Ah Lian nodded again.
"I once befriended a retired dancer; she ntioned that the scholar was even invited to guide them once."
Oh? This information is undeniably intriguing.
"Movents, costus?"
"Yes."
"Including belly decorations?"
"... She didn’t ntion that, but to my knowledge, though the industry’s ergence wasn’t long ago, so were already doing so."
The exchange flowed smoothly, Ah Lian looking as though she’d squeezed her mory to the limit.
...
Gregor, a folklore expert with a unique perspective on Extraordinary Power, once guided this new dancer industry?
On the surface, it still seems plausible, but when combined with the soon appearing untouchable decorations, and his scholarly ideas... the whole affair reeks of deliberate guiding.
Indeed, using the chance to learn more from Ah Lian, though in the end it seems a bit conspiratorial.
Honestly speaking, there is no apparent flaw in the logic of the entire story; everything is plausible—this is also what the Night Watchman thinks.
And if they didn’t, the consequences would be dire.
Everything might rely be coincidence, but if there truly exists a guiding force behind the scenes, the logic can also hold.
As for the possible "puppet master," do they know whom Divine Dance points to, or their intent?
It’s equally hard to tell.
Fu Qian looked down at his palm again; in just a short amount of ti, the chaotic erosion already brought this Demigod body near collapse.
Although Clara herself wasn’t affected, her increasingly dedicated performance indeed provided a smoother channel for the power to descend.
In Fu Qian’s feeling, his body was now truly fragile, as if even a slight tear could blast into a firework.
Yet it was still not enough.
Slam—
The next mont in Ah Lian’s gaze, Fu Qian finally stood up, casually lighting the last bundle of incense, walking straight to Clara’s side.
As he stared at the mark on his palm, the Calamity Eye could already reverse-track a certain target, but it was still sowhat blurred.
The connection needed to be tighter to maximize output.
Thankfully, the dancer he appointed was already more imrsed, and silently maintained her movents without wanting a break after finishing another piece.
To which Fu Qian didn’t disturb, rely inserting the new incense he held.
No need for reminders, everything understood without words.
And this bottomless cruelty, even behind Ah Lian was stunned, unsure whether she should step forward to stop it.
Oh? It seems there’s no need?
Just as Clara prepared to move again, Fu Qian looked down at the burst of Lightning in his palm.
Indeed, the strange change originated from one central in the three circles.
Compared to fire and blood, this inherently violent form of power felt nearly uncontrollable at that mont.
Seems minuscule, but contained within is the power to destroy everything.
Even transcending the concept of lightning, this violent and destructive force, transmitted across space and ti—ca definitely from the hand of a New God.
Indeed, it’s not the sa as the one who desecrated the "Third Cause," he was very sure of this.
Because this attack simultaneously locked onto both sides of the competition.
A third party arose in the contention for the Third Cause.
As for who exactly—well, who else could it be?
The Night Watchman always reliable, even arriving tily this ti.
The Ancient Supres who stole from others, seemingly under surveillance by the Night Watchman, as suspected.
Though it seems the Night Watcher monitoring them had similar power types.
Otherwise, it might not have tracked through the connection, locking onto himself through the "Third Cause."
No matter, this developnt almost constitutes one of the best-case scenarios—
Though Lan Fyla’s Night Watchman didn’t co into play, the Night Watchman high ranks were directly alard, beginning to tackle the source.
Even this extra violence made the connection established through the Third Cause finally sufficiently clear.
Fu Qian deeply inhaled, unpretentiously restoring ranking back to that of a genuine Superior Being.
Simultaneously, the reverse-locked Calamity Eye rapidly expanded, before "It" could detect the problem and successfully sever the link, it exploded with a boom.
Hmph, scoundrels dare too.
Traversing ti and space, crossing beyond realms, the full-fledged attack laden with Tyrant’s might, at that mont annihilated everything.
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