Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2084: Chapter 2079: Dancer (25)

In the evening, it really tends to have gripping shows, too bad the captain wasn’t there to see it.

Clara’s information was indeed amazing, but interrupting others is rude, so Fu Qian didn’t pursue, he just lingered lazily watching the performance.

Instead, after dropping such a huge piece of information without receiving any reasonable feedback, Clara felt somewhat off.

But her professional strength quickly showed; even with a momentary distraction, her standing posture remained full of grace.

It was clear it wasn’t just a casual hobby; a significant amount of diligence had been put into it.

After that, under the starlight shrouded in light mist, facing the ripples of the deep lake, she truly began to move.

At this point, silence spoke louder than words. Although Fu Qian had little exposure in this regard, and around him, only the sound of the lake’s rippling, accompanied by an excellent show of movement, he felt as if he could hear the rhythmic beat of a drum.

The core strength was quite impressive.

When it came to professional fields, it was needless to say, Fu Qian was sure she wasn’t Transcendent, but her physique was undoubtedly excellent.

...

Indeed an interesting character.

Fu Qian certainly didn’t think that surname was a mere coincidence.

This Anke Wenlan probably encountered a true royal Bloodline.

Even the astonishing expertise in history made sense this way.

But for an ancient royal descendant to become a dancer? Isn’t this decline a bit too brutal?

Also, to be honest, while her skills were far superior, making a living out of it might not earn as much as the contestant he saw today.

On one hand, there’s the issue of costume and makeup, where often clothes inversely affect the income.

On the other, excess is counterproductive, the performance seen in the day was only physically similar, but in spirit, vastly exceeded.

Not that the person was unimportant, the dancer remained central, but what was expressed extended far beyond lust.

Faced with Clara’s occasionally gentle, occasionally fervent movements, Fu Qian suddenly gained a more direct understanding of the word ”belief.”

But speaking of this, thinking carefully, the issue became even stranger—

It all looked like an overinflated Wenlan Family, with even acts of open-air blessings and letting Gods watch such madness; then, descendants either due to family pressure or personal belief dance the prayer dance in a completely fake setting?

This string of words connected vividly interprets what black humor truly is.

Furthermore, never forget, there was even an Evil God lounging there, seriously appreciating.

...

”Thank you for watching.”

At least the performer didn’t forget, ”a piece” ended, Clara finished her performance in the same stance and at once expressed gratitude to the persistent audience.

”You’re welcome, Clara Wenlan?”

Fu Qian received this openly, casually confirming.

”No.”

Without putting her shoes back on, Clara walked over barefoot and surprisingly shook her head.

”Fyla Venlan.”

Oh? Clara wasn’t even her real name?

This now seemed to make more sense.

Beyond admiration, Fu Qian seemed to understand why she did it, mainly because that real name was quite special.

”I sympathize deeply with your upbringing, it’s evident you had an elder with poor judgment.”

Dance is a laborious act, seeing Clara’s forehead faintly sweating, Fu Qian made some room beside him, gesturing for her to rest on the railing.

”No need... so you can imagine my upbringing just based on a name?”

Glancing down, Clara ultimately declined, choosing to stand beside him.

”Mainly because of tragedies stemming from names, which I’ve seen quite a lot, all soaked with children’s tears.”

Fu Qian nodded quite immodestly.

”And either overambitious or conceited, those causing harm have a common trait, poor judgment.”

Not an exaggeration, even though his own name was rather unique, its sonority and generosity caused little trouble during growth.

At the same time, Fu Qian had seen too many peers, burdened with responsibilities they shouldn’t have borne.

The source of this pain was one or several damaged minds.

”Well said... the most tragic thing is that person is your father.”

Apparently not expecting the other to be so empathetic, Clara listened intently, sighed deeply, and started confessing the roots of her pain.

”Though none were born in this city, his favorite pastime was indulging in the past glory of the family and condemning the robbers who took it all away.”

Even involuntarily joining in, Clara rested half of her flank on a chair to slightly relax.

”This emotion was so fervent that after the youngest daughter was born, he gave her a special name.”

...

”And this forced connection gave you a different feeling about this city?”

Facing Clara’s explanation, Fu Qian easily grasped her emotions.

”Yes, this feeling has existed from a young age, so much so that I really asked my father to bring me here, and he was very pleased with this action.”

Clara’s face displayed some mocking intent.

”No wonder you’re so familiar with this place.”

Without judging family matters, Fu Qian only expressed understanding of her previous expressions.

”Familiar, yet strange... I came here myself many times later, but the feelings became increasingly unclear.”

Clara didn’t show any pride.

”So later you suddenly had a new idea, wanting to refer to others’ feelings?”

Fu Qian didn’t think she was making a fuss, nor did he complicate matters.

Many odd behaviors, actually if one willing to think, could be interpreted both physically and psychologically.

Even when that unique dancer just moved, he didn’t lean towards her being some kind of cultist.

”Yes, I must say your ways of representing were interesting, so much so that I suddenly felt I wasn’t that strange.”

Readily admitting her motive for the group tour, Clara even highly praised Fu Qian and his team.

”The dance I just performed was my father’s suggestion from my childhood.

”As he put it, disdain towards the Gods meant nothing, transforming the prayer dance into pure entertainment reflected the pride of the Wenlan Family...”

Emphasizing the word ”suggestion,” Clara lifted her hand in an elegant dance move, even gazing at the stars while self-mocking.

”Maybe that’s why after I finished dancing, the Gods didn’t respond?”

Who said they didn’t?

Unfortunately, this time Fu Qian didn’t concur, his gaze shifting from that hand to his own, feeling the change within.

Did you really think this one sat here for so long just because your show was particularly gripping?