Outside the hall, a group of people surged in, escorting a middle-aged man and an elderly figure.
The middle-aged man carried himself with an imposing aura, clearly accustomed to a lofty position of power, his demeanor so authoritative that anger was unnecessary to instill respect.
At this moment, however, he was carefully accompanying the elderly man by his side, daring not to show an ounce of disrespect on his face.
The elder's expression was as still as water, his strides firm and powerful, his presence even more commanding than that of the middle-aged man.
Many pairs of eyes narrowed suddenly, and the atmosphere turned tense.
The newcomers were none other than the Zhang Family's helmsman, Zhang Tianyu!
And the elderly figure was the Ancestor of the Zhang Family—Zhang Xi!
Instantly, the hall fell silent as a mausoleum.
