According to the Assembly of Gods' rules, ordinary events had no restrictions, but attendees had to wear masks to conceal their identities at certain meetings.
Shen Tang and her group naturally wore masks too.
They had all bought them from street vendors just moments ago. Some were blank and could be customized. For example, the design on Shen Tang's mask was a quick flourish by Qi Shan. He had no choice but to draw something; otherwise, his lord would do it herself, and Qi Shan didn't want to suffer that much embarrassment.
Wu Yuan and his group wore masks and veils of their own.
How could the two groups recognize each other at a glance?
Because they hadn't changed their clothes.
What was the point of wearing masks if they looked like that?
"Here's our invitation."
Shen Tang had the thickest skin and was the first to react. She nodded to Wu Yuan and the others, then held out the invitation to the gatekeeper standing outside the residence. Though dressed as a servant, the gatekeeper was no ordinary man, judging by the sharp glint that occasionally flashed in his eyes.
The gatekeeper took the invitation and knew at once that it was genuine without even opening it.
He had assumed the four were ordinary attendees and that he would have to inspect their invitations as usual. But when he saw Qi Shan, who led the group, present his token, the gatekeeper instantly perked up. He didn't even check the password. Instead, he clasped his hands respectfully and welcomed them inside, letting them pass without inspection.
The detail caught Wu Yuan's attention.
This wasn't his first time attending an event connected to the Assembly of Gods.
After dealing with the Assembly of Gods so often, he had learned some of its