Qi Yuan's seemingly calm voice was actually full of deterrence, causing the guard's face to turn pale with alarm.
He quickly bent over to take the room card out of the bag, "beep" went the sound.
The sound of the door opening.
Qi Yuan opened the door and stepped in, Fu Qixiu closely followed behind.
The two brothers entered the room, bypassing the entryway's vestibule and the screen.
In the room, an old man leaned against the headboard, his hair white with age, his weathered face crisscrossed with deep wrinkles.
The lines of his facial features were perfect, and it was not hard to imagine his younger days' charm.
His figure was hunched, but it could not hide the powerful aura that he possessed.
It was an aura that had been refined through the years, tempered a thousand times, radiating from his very bones.
