Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters.
President's Office.
The clock hanging on the big white wall ticked away, and the time was almost noon.
The tea in Lou Hechuan's cup had already gone cold, with not a trace of steam left rising from it.
At this moment, the president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters no longer had any desire to drink tea. All his attention was focused on the two young people before him from the Divine Power Association.
Song Yunqi casually flipped through the files in his hand.
Ji Haisan sat with an air of calm detachment, eyes closed in repose, as if in this world, except for cultivation, nothing else was worth his effort or the depletion of his vitality.
It had to be said, these two young people from the Divine Power Association were outstanding in the art of qi cultivation, sitting upright, unmoved like a mountain before the wind.
