Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One: The Lowly Folk?

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When the news of the war's approach reached the luxurious taverns beside the Duanhai Waterfalls, that idle noble son continued to drink and appreciate the enchanting figure of the dancer.

Hearing the growing chaos of panicked people and horses outside, the dancer and musicians subconsciously stopped their performance.

This pause immediately drew the dissatisfaction of the noble son, but instead of getting angry, he teased with a smile,

"Why stop? Don't stop the music, and you, continue dancing. Right now, those who are fleeing either have inscription ships or flying Demonic Beasts. Do you have one too?"

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The dancer was silent for a moment, then continued to dance to the musician's string music.

Her long jade legs half-revealed during the dance, the dancer's slender waist twisted enchantingly, and the fine wine made the atmosphere in the chaotic city serenely peaceful.