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About three hours later, Soul Celestial Saint's car slowly stopped in front of the hotel. He got out and went straight to the front desk to ask for the room number. The clerk looked at him with a troubled expression. "Sorry, sir. We can't reveal a guest's privacy, and we can't disclose room numbers." "I am her husband," Soul Celestial Saint said through gritted teeth. "I'm not a stranger