Imperial Capital, Demon Control Department.
The ancient hall bathed in sunlight, the mottled columns had cracks that seemed to narrate their experiences throughout time.
At the highest sacrificial altar, the words "heaven and earth" were offered.
Incense burned, swirling like a mixture of smoke and clouds, emitting red ripples.
Around the central round table, there were nine seats, like majestic thrones, with different paintings engraved on them.
"The Sword Pillar actually has a disciple? That's unbelievable."
A woman spoke softly, her long legs crossed beneath her, as a ball of golden flame burned ablaze in her palm.
Having worked together for many years, she deeply understood the man's temperament. He had high standards, and ordinary talents could not catch his eyes.
"Master, do you know who the Sword Pillar's disciple is?"
A tall young girl beside the throne couldn't help but ask, curiosity sparkling in her beautiful eyes.