It was not until the bodyguard at the door fell that he realized there was an enemy. The other party's cultivation was so high that it made Kenichi Suida feel like he was facing a great enemy. His heart could not help but sink to the bottom.
Without a sound, the soundproof door of the private room opened automatically. A short old man with a walking stick stood at the door. His hair was white, and his face was full of wrinkles. At first glance, he looked no different from a million old men.
"I had almost completely concealed my aura. I only realized it when I struck the bodyguard at the door. Although the soundproof private room is a natural shielding field, there is no doubt that this person is very strong, stronger than me, super strong." Li Xianyu squinted his eyes and looked at the old man's appearance, gradually matching it with a figure in his mind.
The head of the official organization, Emperor Iwazaki.
