Seven o'clock at night.
Guo Yi walked towards the Sheraton Hotel.
This was not his first visit; he remembered that last time, Guo Yi had healed Ghostleg Qi's leg on the twentieth floor of the Sheraton Hotel. It was hard to believe that half a year had passed since then. The person he was now seemed quite different from who he had been six months ago.
Now, six months later, his strength had reached an unbelievable level.
He walked at a leisurely pace.
"Guo... Grandmaster!" Two figures suddenly ran over from not far away.
Guo Yi looked up and saw two incredibly familiar silhouettes.
"Is it you?" Guo Yi was somewhat surprised.
"Grandmaster," Liang Wenqing was a bit embarrassed, his eyes hesitating. It was Liang Qianqian who hurriedly spoke up, "Grandmaster, please save my grandfather's life."
