After a few more minutes, Shan Zhilan and Jing Feng brought the group to the entrance of the Ivory Hotel.
Throughout the journey, Yang Wei felt like he was threading on hell as he prayed every moment possible.
'Please make the workers change or that they forgot about me,' Yang Wei prayed silently as they entered the Ivory Hotel.
"Hello, welcome to the Ivory Hotel," One of the workers there greeted them.
"Hello, we are here to receive our rooms," Shan Zhilan replied.
"Of course, do you have your reservation number and identification?"
"Here's our reservation number and identification," Shan Zhilan said as she retrieved some documents for the worker.
The worker gladly took the document as she nodded her head.
"This will take a few minutes since we are currently swamped with many guests." The worker explained.
"That's fine, I know it's hard considering the current inflow of people in the Ling City."