Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2062: Chapter 2057: Dancer (Part 3)

The professionals are right in front of you, so why go through extra trouble?

Traveling means enjoying such folk activities is quite normal, right?

As for other people’s perceptions, Fu Qian disregarded this issue.

"Dancer? Are you sure? Going there now? There might not be any performances scheduled this early..."

Action came to an abrupt halt, and amidst the gazes drawn by the gathering crowd, even the female team leader couldn’t hide her surprise.

"Yes, I’m very interested, can’t wait."

Just that for Fu Qian, who was adept at using the three-segment inquiries, handling this was also easy.

"Alright, if you insist you can give it a try. However, the nearest performance venue is twenty minutes away, and since it’s off the itinerary, I won’t be able to accompany you."

Feeling the strong consumption intent, the team leader didn’t overly persuade, softly explaining the limitations.

"No problem, I remember that coffee shop."

Fu Qian remained unwavering, his persistent determination clearly evident once again.

"Okay... remember the most important thing, ignore strangers."

The team leader didn’t delay further, seriously pointing out the directions the next moment, even specially explaining the normal consumer standard.

"Also, don’t forget the meeting time, one and a half hours."

"Thank you."

Among the somewhat complex glances, Fu Qian thanked and directly headed in the direction indicated, splitting off from the group.

As for the meeting, it wasn’t just empty promises.

On the one hand, the team leader mentioned in the task introduction seemed reliable; on the other, although this group was small, it had its interesting aspects—

Just now, during the initial radar-like scan, although most including the team leader were physically ordinary, professionally termed ’weak as ants.’

But there were still exceptions, for example, that elderly gentleman with a certain flair, possessing his own Transcendent characteristics, significantly stronger.

Quantifying it, it was probably like a ranked armored ant.

Low ranking yet advanced in age, no longer pursuing more but instead finding solace in mountains and rivers, understandable mindset.

Yet, encountering is fate; should time permit, Fu Qian wouldn’t mind paying slight attention too.

...

Seems like I arrived a bit too early.

Following the team leader’s directions through the alleys didn’t take much effort for Fu Qian to reach the destination.

Even without deliberately speeding up, it took about twenty minutes as mentioned.

The only issue was the notice posted outside indicating a while before performance time, while the imposing copper door remained shut.

Including the winding alley infused with a scent of spices, appearing more traditional than the drop-off point, which seems lively at specific times, was now similarly quiet.

Though theoretically, the only requirement was finding someone, unless staff hadn’t arrived yet—

"Looking for someone?"

True to its fame as a tourist city, while Fu Qian appreciated the droplet-shaped carvings on the door, someone seemed to have noticed his dilemma and actively inquired.

Wearing a gray sweater, with dark yellow skin, an elderly man easily described as having a cunning face.

Not quite old, just possessing unappealing features with an astonishingly gaunt build.

"Looking for someone."

And sizing up this stranger, Fu Qian instantaneously disregarded the team leader’s warning, nodding in response.

"I guess you’re a bit impatient to see the exciting program—"

Successfully initiating interaction, the man appeared visibly excited, as he gestured to the closed door.

"Dancer."

Unfortunately, his somewhat subtle wording was directly interrupted by Fu Qian the next moment.

"’To let you re-experience the enchanting scenery of Lan Fyla from a millennium ago’—that kind."

Moreover, Fu Qian even recited the keywords from the notice.

"...Then you’ve already found your person."

Clearly aware of his own Affinity level, this overly bold stance at that moment made Brother Zhang slightly hesitant.

"Believe me, our place can let you better experience the scenery of Lan Fyla from a millennium ago—"

However, during up-and-down scrutiny, Fu Qian’s unbearably high dignity, including the tourist-unique glasses convinced him, instantly indicating not to get confused.

"Now?"

Unfortunately, interrupted again, seemingly just a cultural consumer, the person in front exhibited astonishing authoritative aura.

"...Now."

"Then lead the way."

...

Brother Zhang was certainly here to solicit business.

Anyone with slight travel experience readily recognizes the prevalence of such groups loitering at many entrances.

Their sole aim being to find suitable targets, diverting those meant to enter here to their own ground.

Simultaneously, generally, "their territory" would be of slightly lower quality.

Moreover, this isn’t limited to tourist attractions, accommodation sites are the same.

Of course, opinions on quality aren’t absolute; sometimes featuring distinct characteristics like more flexible timing or "better exemplifying ancient flair."

Brother Zhang’s appearance might be lacking, yet in certain borderline industries, he paradoxically possesses the fitting aura.

There is reason to believe their operations are more retro while containing higher irregular components.

A winding path leading to serenity.

The enterprise affiliated with Brother Zhang, strictly speaking, wasn’t too far.

But given the road inherently twisting and turning, countless junctions traversed, disorientation index skyrocketed in mere moments.

However, though the air’s aroma gradually dulled, sensing spice quality declining, Fu Qian remained unperturbed admiring the journey’s landscape, requiring no company from Brother Zhang.

And along the way, most striking was witnessing unyielding "inviolability."

Not merely for commercial purposes, that peculiar three-ring emblem appeared widely... on clothes, doorways, even on walls.

Gazing past a segment of architecture, guided by Brother Zhang, Fu Qian entered through an unusually low archway.

...

Indeed containing high irregularity factors.

As a thick curtain was lifted, the view expanded.

Rainbow-like vivid lights akin to fresh lamps and aroma intensified tenfold inside, instantly pulling one into another realm.

And that guide wasn’t deceptive, despite the petite stage ahead still devoid of performers, the curtain painted with pomegranates nearby spotted Fu Qian a graceful figure warming up.

Just from a silhouette under spotlight, it conveyed rather primitive attire.

Accepting Brother Zhang’s arrangement for a cozy seat, within ten minutes Fu Qian, alongside an audience numbering two digits, witnessed the dancer’s appearance—indeed blue eyes.