A Midnight Meeting

The party on the deck was over very quickly.

After an entire day of ordeals, Qiu Yilun was not in the mood for eating. Exhausted, he only wanted to go back to his bed and fall asleep. There were hundreds of rooms on the Swan Princess and each one of them were furnished according to the standards of a four-star hotel.

Chen Fan lay on his bed and was reading a paperback called "Shushan knight-errant swordsman biography." Chen Fan had experienced everything the universe had to offer during the five hundred years of cultivation, and therefore, nothing could have piqued his interest anymore. His only pastime was reading. He found himself revealed in fictions and legends as mortal's imagination never ceased to amaze him

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Come in."

Chen Fan answered without even turning his head. His Divine Will had already detected the stately presence of a middle-aged man and another presence of a young and sultry woman.

"Mr. Chen…"