At this moment, there were only seven people sitting in the room.
On the sofa that belonged to Qin Wenwu, an ashtray was placed, with a cigarette half-burnt inserted into it.
The seven people in the room exuded a powerful aura.
One had flaming hair, spewing heat like a Fire Dragon.
Another had eyes as deep as the ocean, and with a wave of his hand, the air was filled with dense Water Spiritual Qi.
There was also one who remained as still as a mountain, indestructible like a great peak.
However, if anyone from Dragon Country were here, they would be surprised.
Although these people had a strong aura, they did not possess the energy force of the Ancient Clans.
Among the seven, only the elderly man sitting in the center had no discernible aura; he seemed like a harmless half-dead old man.
Yet he did not speak, and even someone as arrogant as Zhe Hanxin did not dare to speak freely.
