The Rare Treasures Exhibition Hall operated by invitation only. Every outsider had to submit a specially made Crystal Shell invitation, which the guards would inspect. Only after confirming it was valid would they be qualified to enter the exhibition hall.
Remember, qualified—not guaranteed entry.
The Rare Treasures Exhibition Hall had another strict restriction: it could only receive fifty people at a time.
If more than fifty people were inside, any other guests wishing to enter could only queue outside. Only when someone inside left and the total number dropped below fifty would more people be admitted.
The public explanation for this strict limit was that it gave every guest visiting the exhibition hall a quieter, more peaceful viewing environment.
But anyone who had come to the Rare Treasures Exhibition Hall knew this was absolutely not the real reason.
Because the Rare Treasures Exhibition Hall covered far too much ground.
There were more than fifty large collection halls inside alone.
Throwing fifty people into it would be like tossing a few stones into the sea—they could not stir even the slightest ripple.
Even if ten times or a hundred times that number entered, it would still remain quiet inside.
"So what was the real reason?" Angel looked at the enormous Crystal Shell walking at the very front.
That enormous Crystal Shell was Yota.
Yota led the way, taking them toward the main entrance of the Rare Treasures Exhibition Hall while explaining the exhibition hall's rules as he walked.
From his tone, it was as though he were merely another visitor.
Yota paused, then said softly, "Because the Giant City Spirit's split spirits here only number fifty."
Angel: "???" The Giant City Spirit? Split spirits?
Yota shrugged and did not continue explaining. They had already arrived before the Rare Treasures Exhibition Hall's