"Oh, you are really impatient. This is the invitation letter from the Blood Tavern. It's meant for you," Rain said, holding a red envelope bordered with shimmering gold between her delicate fingers.
This was no ordinary letter—this was the coveted invitation that countless powerful cultivators dreamed of. Possessing it meant belonging, access to protection and prestige, and many untold benefits.
To join the Blood Tavern was to be wrapped in the shelter of a shadowy yet mighty institution, a force as mysterious and respected as the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
"Thank you very much," Ethan said, extending his hand to receive the invitation. Though Rain had played the role of a tempting vixen, at least she had exercised sound judgment in granting him this honor. It was a sign of cautious respect rather than reckless bravery.
But then Rain's hand twitched sideways, her eyes flashing with mischief—as if seeking a silent revenge for Ethan's earlier grip that had reddened her wrist.
