Indeed, this outfit and style suddenly seemed fitting.
The term "guest" carries a considerable amount of information.
Fu Qian's gaze immediately fell upon the no longer solemn evening dress.
"So that's it, no wonder you came dressed to the nines."
The feigned calm and bewilderment of Demigod Aike is also easily understandable.
The room was filled with distinguished guests, toasting and mingling, suddenly thrown into a place like this, akin to a grave from reality. A little aggression is quite understandable.
However, there's a small problem here.
"Could I ask what the theme of the banquet is?"
"Your focus is quite unique, and considering your self-described experience, isn't your current reaction a bit too composed?"
Clearly noticing Fu Qian's gaze, yet the subsequent question still caught Demigod Aike by surprise.
Her eyes slightly narrowed, without haste to answer, she examined Fu Qian closely once more.
