Although these people were clearly skilled experts at first glance, they weren't enough to catch Tang Yi's eye. The only person who slightly piqued Tang Yi's interest was the middle-aged man sitting in the center position, behind whom stood a dark-skinned woman.
This woman appeared to be in her twenties and seemed to not be from Xuan Country, with a body as thin as a rake.
While she looked unremarkable, Tang Yi noticed her distinctiveness at a glance, especially her eyes—cold and filled with wildness. None of high-caliber bodyguards that others had brought along would likely be a match for her.
"You two, why are you so late?" The middle-aged man sitting on the Taishi Chair, roughly in his forties or fifties, scolded with displeasure upon seeing Xie Tianhao and Jia Zhongyang arrive. "Making so many of us wait for just the two of you, you really think highly of yourselves!"
Immediately, the others chimed in, "The Dragon Head has spoken, you'd better hurry up and apologize!"
