Xia Qingyang stormed into the meeting room with an indignant look on his face: "I'm busy packing my bags, so you better have a good reason for this meeting."
As soon as he spoke, he noticed Xia Feng sitting in a spot within the hall.
The originally furious Xia Qingyang seemed to have his anger extinguished in an instant. He coughed lightly twice, and his voice became gentle and soothing.
"Xiao Feng, you're out?"
"This time the retreat wasn't long. Is there something you want to discuss?"
Xia Naiwen looked at the elder's quick change of expression with amusement, suppressing his laughter as he said, "Ancestor, just wait a bit longer, there are still quite a few ancestors who haven't arrived yet."
Xia Qingyang slightly curled his lips, seeming a little impatient still.
However, he had no further opinion on the meeting, instead crazily using his divine sense to transmit messages to the other former Emperors Xia.
