Darkness was about to retreat, and dawn had not yet appeared.
In the seam between night and day, the green lamp glows brilliantly, as if stealing the essence of the moon from Taiyin and blending with the essence of the sun, a mysterious fusion.
Zhou Dao couldn't help but be fascinated by the sight, with the faint lamplight casting numerous phantoms in a bizarre dance, as if depicting the worldly troubles and all living beings.
"Young man, come sit over here."
The middle-aged man's voice snapped Zhou Dao out of his trance.
Zhou Dao hesitated, then went over as if compelled, sitting opposite the middle-aged man.
The man slowly raised his head, and his narrow eyes seemed to merge into a single line, as if interweaving the vast heaven and earth.
"May I ask who senior is?" Zhou Dao asked politely.
"The Demon Control Department has cultivated quite a few talents over the years." The middle-aged man sighed without answering Zhou Dao's question.