There was an empty chair on Zhang Tie's left side which belonged to Yan Feiqing the deputy head of Iron-Dragon Sect; and an empty chair on his right side which belonged to Guo Hongyi, a big elder of Iron-Dragon Sect.
In this case, nobody would feel it strange even though Yan Feiqing and Guo Hongyi were not at present; because they were Zhang Tie's family members. Actually, the other elders had learned to ignore Zhang Tie's domestic affairs.
When Zhang Tie entered, he was shocked by the grand qi field of the palace of Iron-Dragon Sect. He felt it pretty exaggerated and wasteful. However, after taking his throne, Zhang Tie sensed the magnificence and majesty on this position and watched numerous awe-stricken eyes around him as he gradually recovered his composure.
Zhang Tie glanced at Zhang Su.
Zhang Su's face blushed slightly as his face and waist turned tight like a piece of iron plate, indicating his excitement.
