There were good-looking figures in branded clothes.
The men and women were wearing traditional costumes, looking very imposing.
The atmosphere was extremely solemn.
After a while, a middle-aged man finally spoke, "Old Master, is that young man called Lin Fan really the direct descendant of our Qing Hong Sect's ancestor? So many years have passed. Now, this man suddenly appeared. Could it be…"
Soon, someone echoed.
"Yeah, this is too much of a coincidence."
"And he's so young."
...
The old man sitting in the main seat raised his eyebrows and shouted, "What? Do you think I'm old and muddleheaded?
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The old man seemed to be so angry that he could not help but cough violently.
The hearts of everyone below trembled slightly, and they hurriedly said, "We don't dare."
"Old Master, please take care of your health."
...