Lin Luoran and her companions check into a famous five-star chain hotel. It is not because the hotel bill is at public expense, but because they are cultivators. Let alone the support of their wealthy families, they can afford to rent a regular room at any luxury hotel as long as they occasionally lower their position and take some private jobs.
If the group of young cultivators are elegant as white cranes, Lin Luoran is outstanding like a red-crown crane among the white ones.
Pushing the revolving door open, they enter the grand hall of the hotel. The check-in procedure is already done, so Lin Luoran and the others can directly go to their rooms. At the corner of the hall, a man and a woman have been staring at Lin Luoran since she came in. Greediness is flashing in their eyes.
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