Unrequited Love Is Still Love

"Ye Hongying bloomed defiantly in the snow; no bees or butterflies came... Hmph!"

After some friendly negotiations, they finally obtained the invitation from the scholar's friend, but Shan Chunqiu's expression was somewhat displeased.

"Protector, is this one fake too?"

The subordinate beside him also changed expression, glaring viciously at the two scholars tied to the tree.

The scholar's friend had originally been trying to kick the scholar. Seeing their expressions, he hurriedly shook his head desperately in terror.

"Mmph! Mmph mmph—!"

"This one is real."

Shan Chunqiu waved a hand to put an end to the farce, but did not explain why he was in such a foul mood.

The poem card in this invitation differed from the one the Demon Lord had received. Twenty-Four Flower Messengers... in other words, there were at least twenty-four varieties of poem cards.

If the seating arrangements were tied to the poem cards, would that not mean he might be seated very far from the Demon Lord?

Still, that was a minor matter. It was already good enough that they had managed to get an invitation. Demanding a specific kind would truly have been too difficult.

At a time like this, anyone who casually revealed that they possessed an invitation either could not conceal it in the first place and did not fear it being stolen, such as the leaders of the great immortal sects, or was an idiot—or had an idiot for a friend.

Their small group might not be able to defeat the former. Besides, they still did not know whether the invitations and poem cards corresponded strictly; otherwise, they would not be able to use invitations explicitly addressed to certain people at all.

As for the latter... with the date drawing so near, they had only managed to find this one.