Thump, thump, thump-thump-thump...
This southern barbarian song and dance troupe opened with drums. Soon, the folding screen was removed, and a group of beautiful women with varying skin tones emerged from behind it. They wore revealing, bikini-like outfits and swayed their bodies with abandon. At the sight, the crowd widened their eyes in excitement and began breathing heavily.
Fang Zheng was not surprised. Although the Great Han he ruled was not as conservative as later eras, that only meant it was relatively open-minded. Women like these southern barbarian girls, who were practically wearing bikinis out in public, would never be seen here. That was probably why so many people had gathered.
Put nicely, they could say they were appreciating foreign song and dance.
It reminded Fang Zheng of his school days, when his male classmates liked to hold up books of figure sketches or collections of famous world paintings and pretend they were cultivating their artistic sensibilities. But what they were really looking at was something everyone understood perfectly well.
Yes, perfectly well.
Still, Fang Zheng did not particularly care. While these southern barbarian women certainly looked wild and alluring, he was more concerned with the trace of ancient Demonic Aura he had sensed earlier. Yet to his surprise, once the performance began, that aura seemed to have been scattered apart and vanished without a trace.
So the other side knew quite well how to hide?
Of course, Fang Zheng was not foolish enough to think it had been his imagination. He understood that the other party had used music and dancing to stir up the excitement of the humans behind him, thickening the crowd's human aura and thereby concealing that faint, barely perceptible Demonic Aura. From this, Fang Zheng could also confirm that this demon was indeed an outsider.