Behind those tables and chairs, there were some positions against the wall, equipped only with chairs and no tables for onlookers.
When Fang Ze arrived at the meeting room, by then, the perimeter of the room had already filled with people.
Garbed in noble attire of every hue of blue and purple, the men and women were a sight to behold. Even those not in noble garments wore uniforms, bearing epaulets so high as to be frightening.
Each of them, neither frivolous nor smiling, exuded an extraordinary aura. Though Fang Ze had not met many experts, he was sure that not a single person present was below the Yang Transformation phase, and most were above Mortality-Shedding.
At the very back of these, Fang Ze spotted a woman with an icy demeanor, her hair and eyebrows a treasured shade of blue.
Having seen the photo of the female director of the State Security Bureau, Fang Ze recognized her at a glance.
When she saw that Fang Ze had spotted her, she coldly nodded at him.