Xue Jing followed the driver, Xiao Zhao, through the automatic doors of Rui Zhu Hotel.
His clothes were plain and simple, and he should not have stood out much, but his looks and temperament were simply too exceptional, drawing plenty of attention along the way.
"Hmm? Who's that?"
A sturdily built young man with a resolute face, dressed in a white martial arts outfit suitable for movement, pointed at Xue Jing in the distance and asked doubtfully.
"Judging by his clothes, he looks like a martial artist. He probably isn't one of the rich second-generation guests here for the banquet... Which dojo is he from? Was he invited to handle security too? He seems rather young for that."
The suited man beside him glanced at Xue Jing and Xiao Zhao, compared them against his memories, and smiled.
"Master Li, that young man should be a top disciple of Hidden Dragon Dojo."
Li Zhaoquan's brow twitched. "I've met all six of Hidden Dragon Dojo's personal disciples, including that youngest little girl. I don't know this kid."
"So they can't take in any new disciples?"
Someone beside them teased.
Hearing that, Li Zhaoquan turned and glanced at him.
"Zhang Daqing, what are you doing here too?"
Tall and lean, Zhang Daqing wore a dark blue suit. He stepped forward, hooked an elbow over Li Zhaoquan's shoulder, and gestured at Xue Jing in the distance with his chin.
"Li Qi, the 'Dragon Lord,' always said he wanted to take seven disciples. This one might be the seventh. They've kept him under wraps pretty well. He's already out working, yet no one in the circle knows about him. They must have been secretly training him for quite some time, planning to use him to make a splash."
Li Zhaoquan curled his lip. "What can