The hall was packed with distinguished guests under a canopy of clouds, hard to imagine that outside it was as chaotic as a pot of porridge, yet here they managed to maintain harmony and joy, everyone mingling without reservation, truly having a great time.
At events like these, old faces disappeared, and new ones emerged. By now, Li Xu's acquaintances had dwindled to a scant few.
Moreover, there were many new faces of various skin colors and hair colors.
The officials, masters of ceremonies, and waitstaff were not all from the Special Affairs Office—there were also consular officials, diplomats, and officials handling affairs related to the Main God Space from various countries.
Even the orchestras were no longer just one; there were European, North American…
Based on regions, ethnicities, and nationalities, various large circles formed, each containing many smaller circles. Overlapping and interlocking, they made up the diverse faces of society today.