The architecture was quaint with an antique charm, yet the interior facilities were very complete, with modern appliances and furniture all at hand.
Cheng Dongliang had booked a luxurious European-style room, where Lin Yuanyuan leaned against the headboard of the bed and Li Xiaoyao pulled up a chair to sit by the window.
"Are you a martial artist?"
Li Xiaoyao shook his head.
Lin Yuanyuan's brows furrowed, then she seemed to realize something, her pupils constricted, and she exclaimed, "You're a cultivator!"
"Mhm."
Lin Yuanyuan got up from the bed, walked over to Li Xiaoyao, and sized him up from top to bottom, saying, "You don't look the part at all. To think someone like you can be called a cultivator, the world has really changed."
Li Xiaoyao's mouth twitched, suddenly regretting bringing her back. He really should have left her to fend for herself.
"Go to bed early if there's nothing else," Li Xiaoyao waved his hand in a shooing manner.
