Two security guards heard the commotion here and quickly came over. They were only in charge of security, not the attendees, but Qiu Liang was someone they recognized as a regular committee member of the Association, while they were much less familiar with Jiang Mingzhong.
The security guards here were no fools. They knew these doctors had many personal grudges, and they didn't want to blame anyone unjustly.
So they sized up Jiang Mingzhong briefly, and one tall and slender guard politely asked Jiang Mingzhong, "Hello, do you have an invitation?"
The so-called invitation was something that could prove one's identity as a Mystic Doctor, like a talisman medium or talisman powder.
If it were the past, Jiang Mingzhong would certainly face two guards with great arrogance, disdaining to prove anything to them. But having been influenced by Beisitian recently, he had grown much calmer.
"Here's my talisman medium." Jiang Mingzhong shook the talisman medium briefly and then put it away.
