At this moment.
The Sect Leader of the Iron Palm Sect, Han Tieshan, wore a sullen expression, his gaze fixed ahead, his whole being exuding a terrifying pressure.
Under such circumstances.
The rest of the high-ranking officials naturally dared not speak.
Those with lower status were even too frightened to breathe loudly, keeping their heads down, fearing they might incur the Sect Leader's displeasure.
And so it was.
In this stiflingly oppressive atmosphere, about ten minutes passed.
From the chief seat, Han Tieshan frowned and said coldly, "No news from Coastal yet?"
After saying this.
Han Tieshan turned his head to look at a middle-aged man sitting third to his left.
This middle-aged man was named Huang Hua.
He was the head of the Iron Palm Sect's intelligence department.
The entire intelligence network of the Iron Palm Sect was under his control.
So if there was any disturbance outside, he would be the first to know.
Feeling the oppressive gaze of Han Tieshan.
