"How is that possible?"
The Purple Gold Invitations are only granted to characters of Saint Master rank. How could Ye Chen, with whatever merit or capability, possibly receive a Purple Gold Invitation? It's utterly baffling.
"Idiot!"
As Ye Chen passed by, he sneered coldly, which left Zhao Wudao's face looking extremely ugly. He didn't retort because that invisible slap was so loud, making his cheeks burn with humiliation.
He really wanted to strike back but held back due to the fearsome Taichu Female Saint, that peerless and formidable goddess. Even other Saints wouldn't dare to provoke her lightly, let alone him.
Even the Prince of Zhao Country had not made a move, similarly wary of the Taichu Female Saint—a supremely dominant Saint figure, fearing nothing at all.
Looking at Ye Chen's receding figure, Zhao Wudao's eyes were filled with icy coldness. Ultimately, he snorted and, following the Imperial Uncle, entered the Heavenly God Palace together.
