"What? Who did you say sent the invitation?" Luo Hu looked at the disciple kneeling on the ground, full of disbelief.
"It—it was sent by the Ten Thousand Demon Sect." The disciple tremblingly held up the invitation with both hands and handed it to Luo Hu, not daring to look at Luo Hu's expression.
Luo Hu still couldn't believe his ears. He turned around and looked at the five elders behind him, finding their expressions also unpleasant. Especially the Third Elder, who just disagreed with the Great Elder's proposal, had a pale face, trembling lips, and even dilated pupils.
He turned back again and looked at the invitation in the disciple's hand. It was a black invitation with a skull drawn in cinnabar, the mark of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.
