[Xiao Xingchen's hand brushes at his forehead, lips drawn in a tight line as light pink dusts across his cheeks. He clears his throat in a slight, careful way. Despite what he's gotten into so far, talking about it is still embarrassing!]

Y-Yes. I believe I've heard of a sort of cultivation like this. It's possible that this building becomes even stronger when such energy is produced. We're offered rewards in turn, at the very least.

[To think that he'd be talking about this to someone so infamous across the land the day that they met. He knows, however, that he should be as thorough and helpful as he can be. But as much as the hotel may be accessible to him, it's all soo easy for it to hide its secrets.]

It is stronger than anything I've known. As much as I've tried to investigate further, I've found no answers about how to leave. At least of own own accord.

[That thought is a bit more sobering as it crosses his mind.]