The wealthy patrons behind the scenes had been watching the situation all along. While they knew this group was laughing and singing, four Lizardmen had already stealthily approached them.
Unaware that danger was closing in, the group continued eating roasted meat and singing! "They have no idea! They're still playing music, my God..."
"This Hua Ji has really disappointed me. He knows this place is dangerous, yet he still dares to play the flute?"
"They aren't warriors, after all. The long-term pressure has left them physically and mentally exhausted. Eating while making a little music to nourish the soul counts as relaxation."
"That's true. It's not like they have any other entertainment."
"But isn't this too awful? The rhythm's alright, but the sound is monotonous and grating."
"It's fine. With such crude instruments, what else were you expecting to hear?"
Not one of those wealthy people heard the brilliance in Huang Ji's music.
After all, they were hearing it through the audio receivers on the nearby drones. It was like the difference between recording sound on a phone and hearing it live—completely different.
What was more, the audio receivers used for their broadcast automatically filtered out background noise. If the wind in the environment were picked up by the microphones, it would interfere with their ability to hear the people speaking.
Thus, the Huang Ji's performance they heard lacked the natural background sounds, and they had no idea what made the piece so remarkable.
Hearing Huang Ji's flute alone, they naturally found the bone flute monotonous, harsh, and unpleasant.
It could be said that the wealthy patrons could only hear the first layer.
Only those at the scene, immersed in nature, could hear the second layer: a moving composition harmonizing with birds, spring water, wind, and leaves.
Yet none of