Wang Zijia, at the indication of the leading disciple, entered the reception hall with a few followers.
Initially, there were two people in the room. It seemed that they didn't have any topics to converse about, or perhaps one wasn't inclined to talk due to a discrepancy in their statuses. They silently sipped their tea in a somewhat tense atmosphere.
It made the mood noticeably heavy and oppressive.
However, the entrance of Wang Zijia drew the attention of both individuals.
Upon seeing Wang Zijia's arrival, Li Xingming greeted him, "Greetings to the Great Patriarch!" His tightly-wound nerves relaxed in an instant, which was mirrored by his internal sigh of relief. He stood up to present his formalities.
Another individual in the living room was an elderly man. He too stood up, but rather than immediately moving, he spent quite a deal of time surveying Wang Zijia's silver hair.
