Kyoto.
State Guest Hotel.
Under the guidance of the guide, Shinkan Zhenzang stepped into the hotel lobby.
His gaze scanned the surroundings.
As far as the eye could see.
It was a sight to behold with its glittering gold splendor.
So much so that a touch of amazement flashed through the eyes of the old man.
But it was not to admire the luxurious decoration of this hotel.
Rather, it was to marvel at...
"Excuse my rudeness."
"On my way here, I noticed that many places in the city seem to be under reconstruction."
"It seems like... something happened?"
"Why is this hotel an exception?"
Shinkan Zhenzang, speaking fluent Chinese, asked his guide.
The person he asked was not a member of the Association Committee.
In fact,
the Committee Member who had met him at the airport had only brought him to the hotel entrance before leaving without saying another word.
The one standing in front of Shinkan Zhenzang at the moment.
