"You can go in."
Zhong Yihan nodded his head and walked in very calmly.
Through the tree door, inside is a round conference hall.
There are three rows of seats on each side of the conference hall, and more than a dozen silver moon people are sitting in these positions scattered.
They either had long beards or were covered with wrinkles. Zhong Yihan scanned them and found that they were all old people without exception.
In the middle of the front square is a chair with a high chair back. Also sitting on it is a silver moon person with a beard. He is muscular, sitting there with a straight waist and back, energetic and imposing, in sharp contrast to the decadent atmosphere of other silver moon people here.
Beside the chair with high chair back, stood an old man wearing a robe and leaning on a crutch engraved with complex lines. The old man had a touching beard, long eyebrows, and a prominent hunchback.