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During the conversation, a flash of spatial fluctuation vanished from Xue Mingzhi's hands, and with both hands, he slowly presented a cinnabar gold invitation to Shen Yuan.
The invitation was entirely crafted from fifth-grade spirit material, supreme mysterious gold, and adorned with flamboyantly extravagant dragon and phoenix patterns and cloud motif immortal symbols drawn by talismanic masters, wrapped in the thick royal destiny, evident even without opening it.
In the hands of an ordinary person, this invitation would prevent the approach of any common Ghost Objects.
Shen Yuan's eyebrows arched slightly as he looked at the invitation before him, his expression carrying a hint of uncontrollable surprise.
Shen Yuan did not care about so-called invitations from Emperor Xia.
