At this moment.
At the back door of the Hilton hotel, a low-profile Lexus slowly made its way into the hotel.
The hotel's manager waited on the side, bowing and nodding, as several bodyguards quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the car door, standing by.
The first thing to catch the eye was a red sandalwood walking stick, and immediately after, a hale and hearty old man appeared in everyone's view.
Years had left their crisscrossing marks on his face, but it didn't affect his dignity and nobility. Where he stood, there was a silence so deep, as if everyone had been choked, not daring to look more.
"Old Master Jue, we have arrived," an old butler said while supporting his hand, speaking softly.
"Mhm." His voice was deep, and although he used a walking stick, it didn't affect the speed of his walk. From the brisk pace at which he walked, one could tell his decisive nature, "Beijue and that Miss Chi are staying here?"
"Yes, Old Master Jue."