For a moment, all sound fell silent.
As the brown-haired woman screamed, Fu Qian felt everyone in the hall turn to look at him.
Did you need an invitation to enter this place?
The sudden turn of events made Fu Qian furrow his brow.
And what kind of creature was this woman?
Could she tell just by looking that he didn't have an invitation?
Given the enormous difference in their levels, it was hard for these people to keep any secrets from Fu Qian.
After the woman shouted, he'd started looking, and by now he was quite certain that no one around him had anything like that on them.
The atmosphere in the ballroom, which had only just managed to grow lively, came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone stopped what they were doing. Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes fixed on him in unison, without a sound.
He had to admit, it was rather amusing—like playing a giant game of Red Light, Green Light.
"You don't have an invitation?"
The next moment, Fu Qian heard a surprised voice beside him.
The long-haired man seemed utterly shocked by this revelation. His attitude changed completely, and his tone was like he'd seen something filthy.
At the same time, Fu Qian could feel his emotions surging. His features twisted so fiercely that even the butterfly mask on his face couldn't hide it.
Was he upset that he'd been surprised?
"What's an invitation?"
Fu Qian didn't try to hide anything in response to the man's question. Instead, he watched him with interest.
"You seem reluctant to come out of that state you were in just now."
Unfortunately, the long-haired man didn't answer. He looked up behind Fu Qian instead.
Fu Qian turned around. Amid the many deathly stares, two broad-shouldered, burly men were hurrying