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As the night progressed, the atmosphere in Yan Gui Tower grew lively. Everyone engaged in spirited discussions, reminiscent of a bustling tavern where martial artists debated the affairs of the martial world, creating an illusion of being immersed in a realm of chivalry and passion.
"Mr. Jiang, I must say something that perhaps I shouldn’t," Liu Chaowu remarked, slightly tipsy. "We should not underestimate the Hidden Sect. They have always been shrouded in mystery, and no one knows their true depth. As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing the enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. Mr. Jiang, please do not let your guard down."
With a faint smile, Jiang Chen replied, "If it’s something you shouldn’t say, then you shouldn’t say it at all. Let’s just enjoy our drinks."
Liu Chaowu found himself at a loss for words, forcing a sheepish grin as he continued to drink with Jiang Chen, his worries growing heavier in his heart.
By nine o'clock that evening, Yan Gui Tower was in disarray with empty plates and cups scattered about. Jiang Chen had enjoyed himself thoroughly and bid farewell to Liu Chaowu before leaving with Lin Yin to return to their hotel.
Though Liu Chaowu had a good tolerance for alcohol, drinking with Jiang Chen was like comparing a small fish to a great whale. After Jiang Chen departed, he was already quite drunk but managed to retain a sliver of clarity by channeling his Inner Energy to dispel the effects of the alcohol.
As Jiang Chen and Lin Yin left, a group from the Martial Arts Association surrounded Liu Chaowu, bombarding him with questions about Jiang Chen and Lin Yin.
Faced with their incessant inquiries, Liu Chaowu took another swig from his drink and swayed slightly before mumbling, "Come on, everyone, let’s drink together."
"Old Liu is drunk; let’s take him home," someone suggested.
Feigning intoxication allowed Liu Chaowu to evade their questions.
The night wore on in the still heat of the city. In their hotel room, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged beside Lin Yin as he entered a meditative state. It took Lin Yin half the night to reach her subconscious meditation state; however, even the slightest disturbance would rouse her.
The night passed quietly.
In the morning, a ray of sunlight streamed into the room as Jiang Chen opened his eyes and returned from meditation. He stood up and noticed that Lin Yin had fallen asleep on the floor at some point during the night.
Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head in amusement. "Lin Yin!"
His voice startled her awake; she sprang up reflexively upon realizing it was daylight and that her master was watching her.
"Uh, Master, I—I don’t know how I fell asleep," Lin Yin said sheepishly while reaching up to casually tuck her hair behind her ear, secretly wiping away drool.
"With your temperament, it’s no wonder you struggled to enter meditation after getting into a fight yesterday. There’s always tomorrow," Jiang Chen said without reproach.
"Hehe, thank you for not scolding me, Master," Lin Yin replied with a grin.
Jiang Chen had a soft spot for Lin Yin; after all, she was his first disciple on Earth and had a personality that suited him well.
"Stop fooling around; let’s go have breakfast. Afterward, we’ll head over to the Martial Arts Competition venue," Jiang Chen instructed.
"Master, didn't you watch it at the Yan Gui Tower last night? The Martial Arts Competition is just a form of self-entertainment by the Martial Arts Association; I find it uninteresting. Wouldn't it be even more boring for you to go?" Lin Yin said.
"Not watching would be even more boring," Jiang Chen replied with a smile. "Hurry up and get ready; your hair looks like a bird's nest."
Lin Yin stuck out her tongue and quickly ran off to freshen up.
After washing up, breakfast was delivered directly to their room. With the service of a presidential suite, everything was taken care of.
Once they finished breakfast, Jiang Chen and Lin Yin went downstairs, where Liu Chaowu was already waiting in the hotel lobby.
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