"What's the origin of the distinguished guest in room number seven?"
"Seems to be a young man, he brought several strong-looking subordinates."
"To spend five hundred thousand third-tier spirit stones for a Ferocious Dragon's Heart, tsk, the world of the wealthy is beyond comprehension."
"So impressive!"
On the steps, hundreds of cultivators discussed amongst themselves, the weakest among them being at the Transforming Void Realm, but all were subdued by Qin Jun's boldness.
Inside guest room number fourteen, the green-haired man murmured with a frown, "This voice sounds so familiar, and his aura too..."
"Impossible! He's clearly dead..."
The green-haired man's brows were tightly knitted; the terrifying pressure that inadvertently escaped him caused the two maidservants behind him to kneel down, trembling, thinking they had served poorly.
Just the thought of that figure in his memory, which made him clench his teeth in hatred, left him restless.
