"Yes, teacher!" Wang Qingfeng and Ling Xuehan replied excitedly.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the Nuclear Peace Elite conference room.
Wang Qingfeng opened the projection and took his seat.
As the distorted light began to change, the scene before their eyes started to ripple like water.
Marshal Li's expression remained calm, watching the scene change before him.
Once the ripples subsided, the three were no longer in the Nuclear Peace Elite conference room but had arrived in a much larger conference room.
In the center of the conference room was a massive long table, with two rows of people seated on either side.
Wang Qingfeng and Ling Xuehan sat in the foremost two positions on Marshal Li's right.
On Marshal Li's left, at the head of the table, was an elderly man with a stern expression and finely dressed.
He was Zhou Tianshou, the president of the Glory of the Dead Guild.
