"I wonder what exactly is going on with these invitations."
"If anyone can use an invitation, then it's fine—I can just snatch one when the time comes. But if the invitations are registered under real names, with everyone having their own unique invitation, then that'll be troublesome."
Ye Lin lowered his head in thought.
"Brother, may I ask—how are these invitations obtained?"
At that moment, someone suddenly spoke up.
Ye Lin looked up and saw that the speaker was a man wearing a patterned mask and dark night-traveling clothes. Three more figures sat around him.
The three were dressed exactly alike, yet no one mocked or questioned them.
Being able to come here was proof of a certain level of strength.
Mocking the strong? You probably wouldn't even know how you died.
What was more, experts from every major race had gathered here, and every race had its own characteristics.
"Before entering the city gates, all of you were registered. The invitations are then randomly selected from among those who were registered."
"Within the nine Holy Cities, invitations are handed out at random for people to attend the ceremony."
After the old man finished speaking, the four figures in the distance offered their thanks, then rose and left.
Ye Lin watched their departing backs, deep in thought.
These four fellows... interesting.
Perhaps their intentions were not so simple either.
After listening for a while longer, Ye Lin still got up and left.
They had talked for ages without saying whether the invitations could be used by anyone or were tied to a specific name.
And he could not ask directly. If he did, wouldn't that be the same as telling everyone his intentions were impure?
The best approach was to snatch one first and worry about the rest later.
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