Lord Iron Hand escorted Lin Xuan to a living room and said politely, "Please enjoy the tea, Mr. Lin. I will go and notify Lord Iron Hand immediately."
Lin Xuan nodded slightly and sat down slowly.
Soon, a beautiful maid brought some Spiritual Tea and served it with care.
Lin Xuan sat in contemplation, waiting, and it wasn't long before he lifted his head.
Because his Soul Power had detected a presence approaching rapidly.
"Mr. Lin, please follow me to the study," the guard said politely.
Under his guidance, Lin Xuan arrived in front of a stand-alone pavilion.
"You may go up to the third floor," he was instructed.
Lin Xuan nodded and pushed the door to enter.
He walked steadily, moving toward the second floor.
Indeed, in the second-floor study, he saw a majestic figure.
Dressed in a black robe, with a face as sharp as cut stone and radiating the authoritative presence of a superior, it was indeed Lord Iron Hand.
"Greetings, Senior," Lin Xuan said with a slight bow.