Watching the swaying man, Ye Lin knew his chance had come.
This was truly what they meant by getting something without lifting a finger.
Ye Lin concealed his tracks well, following behind the man all the way.
And the man suited Ye Lin's wishes perfectly—after walking for a while, he turned into a narrow alley.
Ye Lin adjusted his mask and followed the man into the alley, only to see him lying at its deepest end.
Wine had spilled all around him, and as he lay on the ground, it was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.
Ye Lin stepped forward and crouched in front of the man. After searching him for a moment, he found a gilded invitation.
"Done."
Delighted inwardly, Ye Lin slowly opened the invitation.
He wanted to see exactly what was written on it.
"It's useless. These invitations are all registered under real names. When they're issued, everyone's name is marked on them, and they're reinforced by the power of a Golden Immortal. You can't alter what's written on it."
"Even with that invitation, you still can't enter the Supreme Holy Palace."
Just as Ye Lin opened the invitation, a crisp female voice sounded behind him.
Hearing this, Ye Lin frowned and turned around. He saw a woman in a short skirt, her hair tied in a small ponytail, standing less than one meter sixty tall and staring at him.
Her pair of slender legs had a distinctive charm beneath the sunlight.
"Who are you?"
Ye Lin looked vigilant as he placed the invitation back on the man.
The woman was right. The invitation clearly bore a name, and it also carried a trace of a special aura.
Even if he held this invitation, he would not be able to sneak into the