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Led by Nie Xiangjun, Chen Sheng stepped into the Nie Family's Grand Conference Hall.
He looked up and saw two men seated side-by-side at the head of the hall.
The man on the left was about fifty, with a solemn face and a calm gaze, exuding the natural authority of one long accustomed to a high position.
On the right was an old man with a white beard and hair. His complexion was ruddy, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes as they opened and closed, giving him an imposing air without any need for anger.
Their identities were self-evident.
Chen Sheng took a few steps forward, bowed respectfully, and said with a humble attitude,
"Greetings, Clan Leader and Great Elder. I am Chen Sheng."
"No need for such formalities. Sit."
Nie Tiankun smiled faintly and gestured for him to take a seat. His gaze lingered on Chen Sheng for a moment, and as he sensed the faint aura of the Thunder Sound Realm emanating from him, the satisfaction in his eyes deepened.
