(Heartfelt thanks to 'mrlsrain', 'I Will Freeze the World', 'Xing Ming Qing Kong', and 'Yunqi Qinggu' for their rewards!)
Sitting at the head of the round table was a foreign man around fifty years old, with a kindly face.
This foreign man in his fifties did not look particularly imposing. On the contrary, he seemed benevolent. Although his eyes were sharp, his advanced age gave him the weathered air one would expect from an elderly man.
Without question, he was the kind of person who would be difficult to notice even in a crowd!
Yet Wu Yan had noticed him immediately!
It was not because he sat at the head of the table, nor because his age made Wu Yan think he might be someone of high standing. Rather, despite his ordinary appearance, the sense of presence surrounding him was so strong that he simply could not be ignored.
Clearly, this was the bearing cultivated only by someone who had held a high position for many years!
It was not something that could be concealed by a superficial impression!
Like Wu Yan, Woodman had also turned his gaze toward Wu Yan at the very first moment.
Likewise, it was not because he had guessed that Wu Yan was the person he wished to meet. Rather, from that seemingly ordinary body, Woodman sensed a pressure that made even his heart palpitate.
Though Woodman had never personally stepped into the forefront when it came to matters involving Spirits, he was deeply aware of how formidable Spirits could be.
At this moment, if a Spirit had been standing before Woodman, not only would he have remained composed, but he could even have offered the other party a peaceful smile with that kindly face of his.
But now, Woodman felt a hint of pressure