In the row where Chen Yan and Chu Keqing sat, at the very top, unexpectedly, there was a girl sitting there.
If one were to look at her clothing, this girl’s attire was the most normal in the room—a Japanese-style schoolgirl’s sailor uniform, a standard JK, along with a head of long, straight black hair.
It was a very typical campus anime outfit.
However... upon closer inspection, the girl’s long black hair was draped down, covering her entire face, making it impossible to see her facial features and contours. But between the strands of hair, one could vaguely see a red eye!
Below the black-haired schoolgirl sat a guy in ancient Japanese samurai armor!
On his head was a horned helmet, and his entire body was clad in fully protective armor, which looked burdensome. He sat there cross-legged, with his hands resting on his knees, completely motionless. He even carried two long swords on his back.
At the table below the armored samurai sat a guy wearing a black hat—this person’s attire and outfit were almost identical to that of the guy in white high hat sitting opposite!
The only difference was that one was white, and the other was black.
This person was dressed entirely in black, with a tall black hat on his head that resembled a black chimney.
The layout of the room was :
The right row: long-haired elder, two big-headed dolls, white high hat.
The left row: black-haired schoolgirl, armored samurai, black high hat... and at the end, Chen Yan and Chu Keqing.
Chen Yan observed each table of people in the hall one by one, but could not see their cultivation and Taoism practice even after using Qi Observation Skill.
But Chen Yan wasn’t surprised—after cultivating for so long, he gradually discovered that Qi Observation Skill was not omnipotent. Many spells could shield the observation of this skill. Not to mention, he himself had learned a Qi Concealing Talisman, which could block external prying into his own Primordial Qi.
The bizarre appearances of the people in the room were clearly not ordinary. They must have used some spells or rune magical artifacts to shield their cultivation and Taoism practice.
In the room, the four dancing girls danced gracefully while the few guests quietly sat at their tables.
The only one making noise was the long-haired elder, who drank heartily, his eyes fixed on the kabuki dancers in the center of the room, occasionally laughing and shouting something, looking quite unrestrained.
Chen Yan frowned, feeling helpless—he didn’t understand Japanese, so he couldn’t comprehend what the long-haired elder was saying.
Mr. Chen the Benefactor’s Japanese was just like that of millions of ordinary young people in Dragon Country; the source of learning Japanese came from those dedicated teachers on hard drives, and his knowledge was limited to just a few basic words.
Feeling troubled, Chen Yan suddenly noticed something being placed in his hand. When he turned his head, he saw Chu Keqing gazing at him.
Chen Yan looked down at his hand under the table—it was a yellow talisman.
Chu Keqing’s lips moved faintly, and Chen Yan heard her soft voice in his ears.
"Senior, I know you don’t understand Japanese. This is the ’Sound Transmission Talisman’ from my Cloud Sect’s Talisman Art. We each have one in our palm. While speaking, infuse it with Primordial Qi, and the spoken words will reach the other’s ear, unheard by anyone else."
Moved by Chu Keqing’s words, Chen Yan listened as she continued, "The Sound Transmission Talisman lasts for one hour. I’ll silently translate anything spoken here for you."
Chen Yan nodded nonchalantly, but he suddenly reached out to wrap his arm around Chu Keqing’s waist.
This startled Chu Keqing, but she soon yielded and let Chen Yan hold her, placing her hands on his shoulders.
Chu Keqing’s heart pounded as she heard Chen Yan whisper, "Forgive me, this way you can speak directly into my ear without drawing attention with unmoving lips."
Chu Keqing sighed softly but felt a sudden impulse, whispering with a smile, "Senior, you don’t need to explain these things to me..."
Having said that, she pressed her warm and soft body closer against Chen Yan.
Chen Yan’s heartbeat stuttered, and he inevitably tensed up all over.
Then he heard Chu Keqing whisper, "Senior, that long-haired elder is praising the kabuki dancers for their skills..."
Chen Yan came back to his senses and shook his head, whispering, "No, he’s not praising them..."
Just then, the music around the room suddenly stopped, and the four dancing girls abruptly halted their movements!
After adjusting their posture with small steps, the four kabuki dancers bowed to the guests on both sides.
All the guests remained motionless, except for the long-haired elder, who clapped his hands with laughter.
After the bow, suddenly four ghostly green flames appeared on the dancing girls, and their bodies quickly caught fire!
Chu Keqing’s eyes tightened! She instinctively gripped Chen Yan’s clothes tightly with both hands.
Chen Yan watched coldly as the four kabuki dancers burned.
Under the blazing ghost fire, the dancers’ clothes quickly burned away, but the scene was not enticing at all. Their skin soon peeled off in chunks, turning into ashes in the flames!