"Distinguished guest, please follow me."
The elderly man, dressed in a black tailcoat, exuded elegance as he gestured forward.
Shen Ye looked ahead.
The banquet hall was at the end of the corridor.
Standing here, the melodious music could already be heard.
The clinking of glasses, light laughter, and muted whispers blended together, creating a relaxed atmosphere.
The old man's voice echoed in his mind:
"Tonight, there's a masquerade ball—the theme is 'Humans', so you'll see these foreign creatures all disguising themselves as 'People'."
"You must devise an appropriate identity for yourself; this is something I cannot assist with."
"Half of the payment will be made upfront."
"—We will gradually guide you towards the target you need to eliminate."
At the same time.
Shen Ye realized that the invitation in his hand had vanished.
In a daze.
He felt as though he was standing on a giant tree.
This was an extraordinarily peculiar Heavenly Ancient Tree—
