The silk and bamboo music played on as the dancers swayed their graceful bodies in elegant motions.
Tonight was exceptionally quiet. The insects seemed frightened, hiding in the dark and not daring to make a sound. The music, drinking, and laughter from the hall carried far, far into the cool night...
Those Chunyang cultivators had made their move!
The musicians played the guzheng, its strings ringing sharply. With every pluck, a Golden Core Stage cultivator seated behind the curtains would leap into the night sky with a treasured sword in hand. In the distance, spell-light flickered and the clash of weapons echoed. The guzheng melody seemed to become battle music as cultivators unleashed move after move amid its resonant notes...
Outside, cultivators battled with spells; inside the hall, the dancers whirled gracefully...
The music grew fiercer, and the dancers spun faster and faster...
The banquet continued with cups passed back and forth. No one noticed a spray of blood striking the window paper. Black-clad assassins were continuously blocked and slain by Chunyang Palace's sword formation, while the Golden Core Stage cultivators operated it with expressionless faces.
Behind the screen, an elder turned to look in a certain direction, and his figure vanished from the spot.
At the same time, he sent a voice transmission to Yang Chen, telling him to bring everyone to a courtyard behind the reception hall. A formation laid down by Chunyang Palace there could protect them. He specifically emphasized that the dancers had to be brought inside as well. Yang Chen remained calm, though he did not understand why those lowly dancers, who were of no use at all, had to be taken into the formation.
"Everyone, some petty villains are causing trouble in the residence. Please follow me."
After ordering the steward to take everyone