Page 179 of Savage Throne
This one demanded attention.
You have a surprise for us, Father?
The orchestra’s strings wept, the percussions thundered, and a flute sang over it all with a hypnotic voice.
Then they appeared.
Dancers—dozens of them—rushed between the tables like a silver and blue tide. Their dresses flowed and rippled like water under the moonlight as they twirled and leaped with impossible grace.
Gasps and cheers rippled through the air.
Even Moni widened her eyes and watched the dancers weave through the aisles.
But I wasn’t here to admire dancers.
I shifted my gaze to the man seated across from me—my father.
His expression was stony, his jaw tight, and his gaze right on me.
This feast was his creation.
Another illusionary masterpiece.
It should have been awe-inspiring.
Instead, it was a farce.
And this feast wouldn’t be so simple.
My father didn’t create moments like this without a reason. He thrived on control, on the illusion of magnificence to veil his moves.
This wasn’t a performance.
It was a pretty, shimmering distraction.
What are you doing behind the scenes, Father?
I smirked, letting my disdain show.
Meanwhile Chen gestured for two of our men to come over.
They rushed his way.
Chen kept his voice clipped and low. “Watch the dancers closely, and have more people check the perimeter. Something is off.”
The men bobbed their heads.
“I want no surprises.” Chen glanced the dancers’ way. “Make sure even the performers aren’t being used as a weapon by the Grand Mountain Master.”
The two men slipped into the crowd.
Chen continued to take in the new dancers with a calm face, but his hand reached for his glasses, adjusting them unnecessarily.
Once, then twice.
That was histellthat he was on edge.
Aunt Min grinned. “This is just superb.”
