At the hotel lobby, Justin was pacing around nervously.
The minute he spotted Jacob, he immediately dashed toward the latter. "Mr. Sullen, are you okay? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. What's wrong?" Jacob asked with a look of confusion.
"That's great!" Justin let out a relieved exhale. "The head of Herb Palace is an overbearing person. I was worried that they might hurt you."
Jacob smiled at his concern. "No one can hurt me. Just go to sleep."
Jacob reached for the boosting pill in his pocket and tossed it toward Justin. "You'll likely be the champion for the Martial Arts Gathering if you take this!"
Justin glanced at the pill, not taking it seriously. Instead, he asked with disbelief, "Are you not planning to participate, Mr. Sullen? I heard the prize for the champion was a hundred-year-old herb."