Lin Tian shifted the blame back to Qingshuang Pavilion. After all, the fact was that Qinglan Garden had not provided proper hospitality. In truth, he also found it very strange. Was Qinglan Garden short of staff? There was a group of people waiting to check in, yet no one came forward to handle it.
Having said that, Lin Tian turned around to head towards the small independent building, as the guest list and room keys were inside it.
But as soon as he took two steps, someone stepped forward to block his path. Lin Tian recognized the person; it was the Ancient Martial Artist who was the first to complain about Qinglan Garden. He looked to be in his twenties, shorter than Lin Tian, but his muscles were far more exaggerated.
Especially as this person was wearing a sleeveless shirt, with his deltoids, biceps, and triceps bare and visible. He didn't need to flex to show off; his muscles were already pronounced.
