Yi Yang stepped over the threshold into the director's office and looked around.
The office was small and simply furnished. A long blackwood desk stood in the center, with Qi Shujian seated behind it.
Two other men stood on either side of him: Chen Wuya on the left and Song Tiecheng on the right.
With three Inner Qi Realm experts gathered in one room, their overlapping auras filled the air with a stifling heaviness.
One could say that the entire Yunlin County Heaven Patrol Office's strongest fighting force had assembled here.
The moment Yi Yang entered, he suppressed his aura to its faintest and shortened his steps, looking every inch the veteran subordinate nervously answering a superior's summons.
He stopped three paces from the desk, bowed with his hands clasped, and said, "Your subordinate Yi Yang greets the director and both deputy directors."
His voice carried a trace of hoarseness and fatigue, as though last night had put him through the wringer.
On the left, Chen Wuya openly looked him over from head to toe. Although he thought well of Yi Yang, who had done a fine job with the two tasks he had previously assigned him, he did not think that performance warranted a private audience with Eldest Brother.
Hadn't Qin Ju, who stood outside requesting an audience, performed well too? His talent was even exceptional, yet Eldest Brother still would not see him. After all, to someone in the Inner Qi Realm, the Qi-Blood Realm hardly merited a mention-especially to Eldest Brother, who was at the third level of inner qi.
Thus, Chen Wuya's gaze held both curiosity and scrutiny.
Song Tiecheng, on the other side, said nothing. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his expression indifferent, but his eyes never left Yi Yang's shoulder