Afternoon.
The sun was a little scorching, causing flowers and plants mollycoddled by the hotel to curl up like hair shaved off from skin that was prepared for surgery.
Some young men and women who were taking advantage of the splendor of spring to wander about in the hotel returned to the venue. They were either happy, regretful, or filled with anticipation. The doctors who forgot to register their attendance were hurriedly writing down their names, then they could enter the dining hall after collecting a pass.
The talks would be starting after lunch, so of course the forum would not give them a noon break.
Huang Maoshi also walked hastily, but towards the opposite direction out of the dining hall.