"What is this?" Elizabeth's voice involuntarily rose, filled with disbelief and even a faint, imperceptible fear.
It was not until this moment, while immersed in thoughts about the Angel King, that Lu Yan followed Elizabeth's gaze and noticed the invitation that had appeared so abruptly.
He raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, his expression unchanged.
Lu Yan slowly extended his hand and made a gesture from afar, and the platinum invitation seemed to be guided by an invisible thread, drifting lightly into his palm.
The touch was slightly cool, neither metal nor jade, yet it bore a weight as if it carried some kind of rule.
There were no words on the cover of the invitation, only intricate emblems outlined in shimmering gold threads, representing the Seven Major Gods Church.
The overall design was of extreme elegance, yet exuded an indescribable mystery and majesty.
