At this moment, there was still an empty chair to Zhang Tie's left—the chair belonging to Yan Feiqing, deputy sect master of the Iron Dragon Sect. One of the seats among the grand elders to his right was empty as well; that one belonged to Guo Hongyi.
In an occasion like this, no one found it strange even if Yan Feiqing and Guo Hongyi had not come. The matters between those two women and Zhang Tie were essentially Zhang Tie's family affairs, and as for how Zhang Tie handled his family affairs, the other elders had all learned the art of turning a blind eye and a deaf ear.
When he had first entered, Zhang Tie had also been startled by the imposing aura emanating from the Iron Dragon Sect's grand hall, feeling that it was far too extravagant and wasteful. Yet after sitting upon the dragon-headed throne of the sect master and sensing the power and majesty belonging to that seat, while seeing the countless reverent gazes inside and outside the ancestral hall, Zhang Tie gradually calmed down.
Zhang Tie glanced at Zhang Su.
There was a slightly unnatural flush on Zhang Su's face. His whole face and posture were drawn taut like an iron plate. He seemed somewhat nervous, yet it also revealed the excitement in his heart.
At this moment, Zhang Su no longer needed to stand. At the very end of the Iron Dragon Sect elders' seats, he too now had an elder's chair.
Zhang Su's overly solemn expression made Zhang Tie want to laugh, but after looking at the current setting, Zhang Tie did not actually laugh.
"Cough... cough... I am announcing something!" Zhang Tie swept his gaze over everyone in the hall. "From today onward, Iron Dragon Sect disciple Zhang Su has advanced to