At this moment, in a room, there were seven people seated around a curved table, their eyes somber, their expressions as still as water. Standing by the seven were the four young men who had clashed with Yi Tian and his group. Their wounds had been simply bandaged; though not completely healed, it did not impede ordinary movement. All four stood silently still, their faces concealed in the shadows, with only a pair of bright eyes flashing a chilling light.
Although there were eleven people either sitting or standing in the not-so-large room, not one spoke. Only the sound of slow, heavy breathing could be heard. The air seemed to freeze, a strange, icy chill flowed through the confined space. The seven seated individuals each had frowns etched deep on their brows, their eyes glimmering with an unusual light. It was not a light from any superpower or energy, but a light that naturally emitted when a person was deep in thought.
