The top-floor conference hall of the Commerce Association.
At this moment, Li Yihuo, Chen Kaishan, Cheng Zongwen, Zhou Zhendong, Zhang Chuchu, Zhang Zeyu, and the others were gathered here. Everyone wore a different expression, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Li Yihuo stood with his hands behind his back, his face stern as his gaze slowly swept over the group. He knew time was short and there was no room for delay, so he got straight to the point.
"Everyone," he began, "the Boss is occupied with many matters. I have come today to explain the situation regarding the Immortal Realm and the Realm of Ten Thousand Races, and to convey the Boss's plans."
Hearing this, everyone straightened their backs and listened with rapt attention. Li Yihuo gave a slight nod and continued.
