While Chu Heng and the others heaved a sigh of relief, Yan Ye seemed to be especially happy. He was in a good mood. He raised his hand and rubbed Beiting Huang's head. He took a deep look at her and looked around. His face was extraordinarily handsome, but he always gave off an especially hazy feeling. "In three months, there will be a big event in Yan City. I'll invite everyone here in advance. If you're still alive at that time, you're welcome to attend!"
Almost everyone was dumbfounded. Wasn't His Highness the Night King's invitation a little too… valiant? What did he mean by "if you're still alive at that time"? It seemed that their heads were hanging on their belts and would fall off at any moment.
Only Dean Nan Ling did not seem to care about Yan Ye's words at all. He nodded and smiled. "Thank you for your invitation, Your Highness. I'll definitely go then!"
