"Is it here?" Saintess Hua Yan asked.
"Yes." Zhang Xiaohao nodded heavily.
A vast sweep of Soul Power swept towards the Hailan Hotel, and within seconds, it found the figure of the Black Dragon Saint.
"Let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao called out.
He walked ahead, heading towards the Hailan Hotel.
Seeing this, Saintess Hua Yan hurriedly followed. She didn't know why, but as the moment of the Black Dragon Saint's memory restoration drew nearer, her heart felt very complicated.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang!" As Zhang Xiaohao approached, the security guard at the door saluted respectfully.
"Yes." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
He led Saintess Hua Yan into the lobby, took the elevator, and headed to the twelfth floor.
A minute later.
Zhang Xiaohao and Saintess Hua Yan stopped outside the Black Dragon Saint's room.
Knock, knock!
Zhang Xiaohao knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came Bi Xiaorou's voice from inside the presidential suite.
"It's me, Mr. Zhang!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
Click!
