As Qi Yun stepped into the reception room, he immediately felt a solemn and dignified atmosphere enveloping him.
The floor was covered with a thick beige carpet, and a large ink landscape painting with powerful brushwork hung on the front wall. On the sides, several exquisitely framed calligraphy pieces with steady handwriting and profound phrases were displayed.
On the sofa sat, besides Xiao Hanguang, another elderly man and a middle-aged man.
"Leaders, Qi Yun is here," Xiao Han announced softly, then stepped aside and exited.
Xiao Hanguang stood up from the sofa, beckoned to Qi Yun, and then looking at the elder beside him, introduced, "Leader, this is Qi Yun."
Qi Yun dared not be negligent, took a deep breath, and quickly walked forward.
The elder nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Qi Yun's face, observing him carefully yet discreetly.
