Tang Wen found a thin old man sitting in the main seat of the hall. He was dressed in a green robe and a cloth belt, looking very simple and unadorned.
He should be the great elder of the shifting wood Palace, He Junyi. He was a big Shot who could cause the southern provinces to tremble with a single stomp of his foot.
"Deputy commander Zhuang, please take a seat." Seeing Zhuang Qiyang enter the hall, He Junyi stood up.
"Great elder is too polite." Zhuang Qiyang nodded and strode to the guest seat on the left.
Tang Wen and Feng jiuxue sat in the lower seats on the left side of the guest seats, while the elders of the shifting wood Palace sat in the lower seats on the right side.
"Lord Zhuang, what business do you have with our Palace Lord? She's not here, she's been out for half a year. " After taking a sip of tea, He Junyi put down the teacup and asked.
"May I know which one of you is the ninth elder? I would like to get to know you." Zhuang Qiyang replied.
