Everyone couldn’t help but hold their breath.

Cha Ci frowned: "Hmm?"

As he frowned, the two samurai beside him instantly became alert, their brows furrowing, and their eyes burning as they looked around.

At that moment, a graceful and beautiful figure appeared at the doorway.

Everyone’s gaze immediately turned towards her—the one standing at the door was a beautiful dancing girl, no more than twenty years old, with brows like distant mountains and eyes like shining stars. Though lightly made up, her cherry lips were painted a vivid red, luscious and tempting; she wore a pure white long dress, spotless, like snow-capped clouds, with only a tightly fastened waistbelt of bright rouge, like her cherry lips, highlighting her slender, graspable waist, making her stunningly beautiful in her simplicity, breathtakingly so.

Cha Ci’s eyes widened instantly, his bloodshot eyes full of the graceful silhouette.

At this moment, the woman stepped, one step at a time, into the hall.

But when she reached the center of the hall, the two samurai standing beside Cha Ci simultaneously widened their eyes, drew their swords from their waists with a shwing, and shouted, "Careful!"

"An assassin!"

As their shout rang out, a drum sounded again.

At the same time, the woman gracefully extended her jade-like arm. When her wrist rose to shoulder level, people finally saw that she had been holding a sword in her right hand, which had been hidden by her billowing skirt, masking the cold gleam.

This beautiful dancing girl was an—assassin?!

As everyone was utterly shocked, and the two samurai were about to rush forward with their swords, the dancing girl suddenly turned her wrist, the long sword spun twice in her hand with a swoosh, then, sidestepping, the long sleeves fluttered as she turned into a suddenly blooming flower, the long sword in her hand transformed into a silver dragon, soaring straight to the sky!

"Wait!"

Nacha Ci raised a hand to stop the samurai who were about to rush forward, his eyes invisibly tied to the beautiful dancing girl, unable to look away. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

And the people around, recognizing what she was doing, immediately snapped back to awareness—

This was the Sword Dance!

They feared Cha Ci, who was lustful and indulgent, and thus most performances were charming and pleasing. Moreover, Cha Ci forbade weapons near him, so a Sword Dance was unthinkable. Yet someone tonight performed an extraordinary Sword Dance just when Cha Ci was tired of casual dances.

It was indeed timely!

Everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, a few even wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and in the next moment, all eyes focused again on the dancing girl.

The dancing girl was nimble, spinning a few times, then suddenly stopped, her clothes fluttered once more in the air, like the moment flowers bloom brilliantly then freeze, falling softly in gentle beauty tinged with melancholy. Her long sword was wielded by her snake-like soft arms, slowly twirling to her front.

Finally, positioned horizontally in front of her eyes.

The cold gleam lit up her clear, bright autumn eyes.

The other side of the sword reflected another pair of greedy, depraved eyes, now unblinking and fixed on her.

It was Cha Ci, gazing greedily at the dancing girl, a hand slowly lowering his wine cup, gently stroking his thick moustache, his heart’s sheer joy evident.

These days of indulgence in wine and lust truly pleased him, but such a person, when sated, only craved more. So, he sought more beautiful beauties, grander dances. And now, unexpectedly, his dream came true, a beauty appeared before him, performing not the soft dances he’s grown tired of, nor the wild dances of the grasslands he’s familiar with, but an unprecedentedly perfect Sword Dance, making him ecstatic.

So, he raised a hand again, gently beckoning to the dancing girl, "Beauty, come over here."

Under his lecherous gaze, the dancing girl was unhurried, raised her hand, delicate clouds of her sleeves twirled, her slender waist turned elegantly, like flowing clouds and water, the long sword like a silver dragon gliding, commanding wind and thunder, her entire being like a white cloud drawn by the silver dragon, accompanying the rumbling drum sounds, stepping, raising a leg, turning, skipping.

After the lightning and thunder, the long sword suddenly slashed through the air, dancing a dazzling rainbow!

"Bravo!"

Cha Ci was both delighted and excited, scratching his beard incessantly with joy, while the other hand seemed ready to leave the birdcage on his waist in his eagerness.

He kept saying, "Beauty, come quickly!"

And in her bright autumn eyes, a glimmer of light flashed immediately.

The dancing girl’s cherry lips curled into a captivating smile, the long sword in her hand suddenly poised before her, pointed straight at the red-eyed, excited Cha Ci.

Cha Ci, enchanted by her charm, nearly lost his soul, his left hand about to leave the birdcage.

The dancing girl wielded the sword softly, no longer as strong, but gently, adorably, swaying with lotus steps slowly towards Cha Ci, each step swaying, the sword tip following suit.

It was as if, ensnaring the opposite’s soul.

When she reached the head seat, almost a table away from Cha Ci, suddenly, the drum sound deepened.

With the drum’s vibration, her jade arm thrust forward suddenly—

"Watch out!"

The samurai on both sides, quick and observant, seeing the long sword aimed at Cha Ci, instantly dashed forward in an arrow step, ready to shield Cha Ci!