A Chance Encounter, Beating Up Tang San

Xiao Wu's excessive enthusiasm left her exhausted through the night. It was not until dawn was breaking that she finally fell into a deep sleep in Lin Chen's arms.

Lin Chen, however, was full of energy. He planned to go downstairs for breakfast before returning to catch up on sleep.

After all, Dai Mubai had ruined dinner yesterday, and the little food he had eaten in the carriage at noon had long since been used up.

Leaving the room, Lin Chen went next door and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Coming."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was alert, not sounding at all like someone who had just been awakened from sleep.

Click!

The door opened, and Zhu Zhuqing looked exactly as she had before.

Lin Chen asked, "Did you cultivate all night?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded. "My talent isn't particularly good. If I don't work hard, sooner or later I'll be swallowed by mediocrity."

Lin Chen nodded to himself.

Zhu Zhuqing truly had the lowest talent among the main cast, yet her rank had never fallen too far behind the others.

No exaggeration or bias—she was definitely the hardest-working cultivator among them.

Even Tang San could not compare.

Of course, it was not that Tang San was lazy. He simply spent too much time blacksmithing.

"Let's go downstairs for breakfast."

Lin Chen did not say anything more and headed straight downstairs.

Zhu Zhuqing closed the door and quickly followed.

She naturally noticed Xiao Wu's absence, but she did not need to think hard to know what they had done last night. There was no need to ask.

When the two reached the hotel lobby, Lin Chen suddenly stopped.

An ordinary-looking young man dressed in equally ordinary clothes had just emerged from the staircase on the other side of the lobby.

"Why