C618 The Holy Son Is in a Meeting(1)

Holy Church, meeting hall.

Ao Satian sat on the main seat.

His spotless white robe made him look somewhat holy.

A dull atmosphere was emitted from Ao Satian's body, pressing down on everyone in the hall. They didn't even dare to breathe.

"Then tell me your thoughts. I don't mind listening to it."

After a long time, a deep and dangerous voice spread across the entire hall