The journey was silent.
Wu Shan drove the entire way.
Qin Xuan closed his eyes to rest, but his spiritual power in his mind was focused entirely on Ling'er beside him.
Ling'er, throughout the journey, maintained a single pose, propping her chin with her hands, gazing blankly at Qin Xuan.
It even gave Qin Xuan the illusion that the girl was following him solely because of his charm.
This girl was, in fact, infatuated.
But Qin Xuan understood that Ling'er was definitely not as simple as she seemed.
Wu San smoothly parked the car in front of the Marriott Hotel. The doorman on duty stepped forward and approached the electric side door.
"Senior Qin," Wu San turned his head and leaned in.
"You've had a long journey. You can rest first. Your room has already been arranged."
In this world, no matter where you go, it ultimately comes down to strength.
If Qin Xuan had not reached the Hua Jin realm, and was merely a congenital martial artist,
The staff member of this exchange conference might not have treated him with such deference.
Qin Xuan nodded, pressed the car door open, and stepped out.
Not two steps later, Qin Xuan turned his head and saw Ling'er rushing down in a hurry, afraid that if she was a moment slower, Qin Xuan would leave her behind.
Qin Xuan was becoming more and more unable to understand the Ling'er before him. At times, she was innocent and pure, at other times, mysterious and unfathomable.
And at this moment, if not for her attire, he would truly have thought she was no different from Qin Lin.
Qin Xuan sighed inwardly. For now, let it be.
Although he disliked trouble, could he truly harden his heart and send Ling'er away now? He probably couldn't.
"Give me your ID card."
Qin Xuan looked up at the grand and opulent dome of the Marriott, and reached out his hand to Ling'er.
"Ah? What ID card?"
Ling'er's eyes fluttered, full of confusion.
Qin Xuan raised an eyebrow. He saw that Ling'er's reaction didn't seem fake. Could it be that this girl truly didn't know what an ID card was?
But upon further thought, it didn't seem right.
He had met her at the airport, and she had a suitcase. Without identification, how could she have boarded the plane?
"ID card," Qin Xuan emphasized again.
"It's what they used to verify who you are when you boarded the plane. Don't you have one?"
"Oh, oh." Ling'er stuck out her little tongue and fumbled in the pockets of her white windbreaker.
"You mean this? My name tag."
"Name tag? You call this thing a name tag there?"
Seeing Qin Xuan's strange gaze, Ling'er blinked and nodded.
As the two were about to enter the hotel, a blue Pagani stopped in front of them.
The driver's window rolled down, and a young man wearing brown sunglasses clicked his tongue at Ling'er.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this girl is really something. Name your price, brother."
A cold glint flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes, and he frowned.
The capital was a place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, as well as a mixed bag of people. Such dissolute individuals were even more outrageous than those in Jiangbei.
"Hey, why are you愣着(lèng zhe - staring blankly)? Are you agreeing or not? Say something!"
The young man, seeing Qin Xuan staring at him without speaking, felt a little uneasy and shouted loudly to bolster his courage.
After shouting, he made a move as if to open the car door and get out.
His action was not a small one; it startled Ling'er.
Like a frightened fawn, she darted behind Qin Xuan, timidly looking at the young man in the car.
Qin Xuan glanced behind him with his peripheral vision and sneered.
Qin Xuan immediately pressed down on the car door. No matter how hard the young man pushed, the door didn't move an inch.
An ordinary person trying to compete in strength with someone who had surpassed a Grandmaster?
It was a fantasy.
"I disagree. What will you do about it?"
Qin Xuan's icy tone made the young man in the car tremble. He felt an inexplicable chill crawl up his spine.
Looking at Qin Xuan's fingers slowly sinking into the car door, how could the youth not panic?
He shouted loudly,
"Brother, I was just kidding. Please don't take it seriously."
Looking at the smile on his face, it was truly uglier than crying.
Qin Xuan suddenly let go of his hand and patted the car door.
"You can eat anything you want, but you can't say anything you want. Some jokes cannot be made carelessly."