At that moment, the martial artists by the entrance of the Council Hall parted, and an elder with hands clasped behind his back strode in.
Seeing an old man suddenly appearing from who knows where, Lu Qingquan became so agitated that he walked back and slammed his hand on the desk several times in a row.
"Who let you in!?"
"Who are you? What do you want to do!?"
"Do you know where you are? Guards, kick this senile old man out for me—"
Before Lu Qingquan could finish his words, he saw the two Principal Officers stand up from behind their desks and bow deeply with clasped hands towards the entering elder. They even bent at the waist, calling out in an extremely respectful manner, "Pharaoh."
Zhang San had thought it was someone causing trouble, not paying much attention initially.
But upon hearing the Principal Officers' titles and recognizing the voice as indeed familiar, he looked back.
Wasn't this Pharaoh, the friend of Teacher Ma whom he had met at Shi Family Villa?
