"Brother Tan, please feel free to speak your mind."
Gao He, the president of the East Sea Martial Dao Association, spoke up. Although his Boundary wasn't high, he represented the Martial Dao Association and thus occupied the seat at the head of the conference room.
In fact, this position should have been Tan Chang's, but he had deflected it with a self-deprecating comment about his "virtue not being worthy of the position." After several gestures of humility, the host took his seat.
Tan Chang sat to Gao He's left. He picked up his teacup, took a sip of the cool tea, and sighed lightly. "The tea's gone cold."
Without any command needed from Gao He, an Eighth Grade Martial Ancestor personally came over to pour fresh tea.
Ruan Lan watched in quiet amazement. She took a seat in the farthest corner, where Zhang Suzi was incessantly waving her over.
"Fairy Sister, come over here!" Zhang Suzi giggled.
