Accepting the Move

"An invitation?"

Hearing the voice carried inside from the other side of the door, Ling Xian's brows furrowed slightly. He very quickly realized who sent this invitation. Under the current circumstance he was in, nobody would send him an invitation other than the three controlling forces.

"Very interesting. Just as we are discussing about the three controlling forces, they send over to me their invitation. I just don't know which controlling force is behind this and what its intentions are." The corner of Ling Xian's lips lifted up. He flapped around his sleeve and the door to the room busted open.

Then, the golden invitation floated over and landed on his palm.

"Okay, that is all. You can go now." Ling Xian spoke softly and once again tossed around his sleeve, throwing the motel employee a few spiritual stones as tips. The door to his room also closed with this one move.

Then, he shifted his gaze onto the invitation on his hand.