Shen Xuanran rolled his eyes in amusement, then turned and went back into his room.
Jiang Ce was left standing alone, his face etched with confusion.
"Could I really smell that bad? Actually, I do stink quite a bit." Muttering to himself, he continued, "The impurities expelled from cultivation are foul. I need to wash up quickly."
With that, Jiang Ce also went back into his room, leaving the area outside in silence.
A few minutes later, a nearby paulownia tree, over two meters thick, suddenly cracked and collapsed with a deafening crash. On the bark, the distinct imprint of a fist remained, pulsing with the terrifying traces of Inner Strength.
「Elsewhere.」
Wang Huafan hurried into a top-tier club. A bevy of beauties immediately swarmed him, their flirtatious gazes sending a clear message, "The Third Young Master is here."
"Scram!" Wang Huafan shoved them aside and barked, "Where is Xie Liu?!"
"He... He's in VIP room 204, upstairs."
