The answer was simple. He just needed to steal one. Luckily for him, stealing was his bread and butter, and the Buddhist Hall of Joy did not care who entered their halls so long as they had an invitation letter.0

Things had gone exactly as expected. It took him little trouble to obtain his first invitation letter. Then, Sixth Mouse had a genius idea.0

Why don’t I steal more invitation letters and sell them?0

A lot of people came today to attend Joy Bodhisattva’s Trueman feast and listen to her sermon. This was doubly true for those warriors who were stuck in a bottleneck and were looking to achieve a breakthrough.0

However, it wasn’t easy to sneak past the Buddhist Hall of Joy’s defenses. The fact that no one had succeeded at slipping in was the proof of that. Despair was slowly but surely encroaching on these people.0

Now then—what would happen if someone were to sell them an invitation letter?0

They would pay anything to...0