In the huge conference room, the huge crystal chandelier emits a soft white light driven by spiritual power, expelling darkness eternally. The spiritual power source on the crystal lamp is enough to operate for thousands of years without extinguishing.

There are countless wall carvings carved on the surrounding walls, which seem to tell a story, and also seem to tell a legend, a legend belonging to Qian Manjiang. The people who have been carved out to come to life are like eternal existence on the wall, guarding Qian Manjiang for life.

In the middle of the conference room was a ridiculously long table of warm jade, which was filled with water flowers that exuded a refreshing fragrance, which had just been picked and had not been more than half an hour.

Twenty-six armchairs made of pure gold were lined up at spacing on either side of the long table of warm jade, covered with soft snow-capped mink fur, without the slightest blemish.

The whole meeting room exudes an air of luxury and luxury, but people have nothing to say. It makes people take it for granted, and if it is not very extravagant, it will feel strange.

This is the heritage that has been inherited from generation to generation of Qian Manjiang, a real heritage!

At this time, the twenty-six armchairs made of pure gold were filled with men in black-robed gilded gold, all of whom wore masks on their faces, some of them hideous demons, some of them cheerful children, and some of them fierce beasts.

This is a rule that Qian Manjiang has had since the establishment of his business in order to protect the high-level, in order not to let people know what the high-level people have become, so that there is no way to assassinate them.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and if someone in the upper echelons betrays, with the consent of half of the higher-ups, they can go to the classified archives and retrieve the portrait of that high-level executive.

But at this time, the highest-ranking person in the conference room was not the twenty-six high-ranking people, but the thin man with a black and gold mask sitting on the purple and gold throne in the center of the top.

Since ancient times, gold has been a symbol of emperors and generals, representing nobility and status. But after all, there is only one emperor, and only he is worthy of Zijin.

Purple, the color of the emperor!

The thin man sat solemnly on the Purple Gold Throne, his every move revealing a terrifying majesty, as if he could decide the life and death of others with a single hand.

"Lord, is your decision too hasty? There have always been only ten places for candidates, and each one is precious. This means that the resources of the entire Qian Manjiang are tilted towards them, which means the future of our Qian Manjiang!"

The old man, who was sitting on the left hand side of the thin man, said worriedly. The pauses between the words and the passionate plosives all show that he has mastered the art of language to the point of perfection.

"Lord, the second elder is right, please take back the black gold dragon pattern card, for the sake of our Qian Manjiang's future, we have to think carefully. As soon as the old man finished speaking, someone immediately responded.

Everyone looked at the thin man with the black and gold mask, and they were all quietly waiting for his answer. No one dares to urge the thin man impatiently, because the person who can sit on the purple and gold throne is a dictator who has stepped on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood and accumulated white bones, and ascended to the throne step by step.

"Oh, then what do you think is the talent that we Qian Manjiang really need? Is it the second elder, your good grandson who used countless elixirs to pile up and sing songs day and night? Or is it the twenty-sixth elder, your profligate son? There are some things I don't say, it doesn't mean I don't know. Privately use the resources of Qian Manjiang to satisfy his own desires, and open up shady things outside the imperial capital, do you think I don't know about these?"

Bang -

His powerful right hand slammed into Wen Yu's long table, not using a trace of spiritual power, but leaving a clear handprint on the steel-solid table.

Like a raging storm, the coercion of destroying everything suddenly erupted, and the strong and domineering coercion made the entire conference room feel solidified.

"You all remember to me, if everyone is thinking about Qian Manjiang's future, I respect the Presbyterian Church, but if you all think about how to fight for the best interests of yourself, I'm sorry, I don't mind if the Presbyterian Church is replaced. Blood, I don't want it to flow, but if necessary, I don't mind a river of blood!"

Every word was like a sharp sword, smashing the thoughts that were hidden in their hearts. The fears that had faded into their minds resurfaced.

No one will forget that night, when they had not yet become elders, but were the closest people to them. But even the twenty-six elders who seemed unattainable to them, except for the Great Elder, thought that all of them were killed overnight.

Even the traces of their existence were wiped clean, as if they had never been in this world.

At this time, although the second elder couldn't see what the face under the mask was, it was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his trembling hands told everyone how frightened he was.

As for the man in the monkey mask sitting at the back, he was already slumped in the solid gold armchair. Blood gushed from his throat beneath his mask, staining the white water in front of him.

The bright red blood droplets against the white petals make it look extraordinarily bewitching!

"The meeting was adjourned. The thin man said lightly.

No one dared to say a word again, and he bowed to the thin man and hurried away.

lest the thin man change his mind and wipe them out in an instant in a fit of rage. Even though their cultivation at the peak of the Sword Realm or the beginning of the Sword Realm did not bring them a sense of security.

"Lord, is this Lin Yege really the person mentioned in the prophecy? is it really the person who can decide our Qian Manjiang in a single thought?"

The old man in the root mask, who sat first on the right hand side of the thin man, opened his chapped lips and asked.

"Yes, Senpai. According to the news from the trail, the national teacher has already begun to prepare. I went to see him today, and he did have the breath of divine blood in his body, and it was not ordinary divine blood. I'm pretty sure he's that guy. ”

The thin man restrained the coercion of the outgoing, and explained to the old man in the tone of a junior.

The old man didn't say anything superfluous, got up, and walked outside. Looking at his back, he looks like an ordinary old man with half of his body buried in the soil.

The sun rising in the morning produced a beam of light that passed through the oil-soaked oil paper and shone on Lin Yege's jade-like face.

That night, he slept soundly, and it was a little unbelievable. I didn't dream of the man in white, nor did I dream of the white monarch flame. The feeling of sleeping until dawn is indescribable.

I went out and fetched a bucket of clear well water, picked up a handful of cool and swishing water in both hands, and washed it briefly.

On the shelf next to the bed, remove the black fox armor stomach that was brought back from the Ten Thousand Soldiers Pavilion. The edges of the stomach have a smooth line, which helps to reduce resistance and increase running speed.

Pull out the sharp sword at your waist and stab it hard at the surface of the black fox armor's stomach. It left a shallow white mark on it, which did not pierce. Although he didn't use his spiritual power, it could also show that the quality of this black fox armor stomach was high.

After piercing the stomach of the black fox armor with his hands and feet, he went out and walked in the direction of the Merit Pavilion to meet the brothers and sisters surnamed Huang.