The night was as cold as water, and inside the triple-layered small building, candlelight danced like flickering fireflies.
"The Primordial King Ceremony is about to begin, and we really shouldn't be trying to snatch people from the Demon Control Department at this time."
At this moment, an icy voice sounded in the room, distant and pervasive, as if it was everywhere.
Wu Yuanmeng straightened his body slightly: "It's precisely because the Primordial King Ceremony is about to begin that I want to hold these talents in the hands of the Imperial Spirit Palace."
"Even Qi Pillar himself said that the world's fate depends on the rise and fall of people. These geniuses have destiny since they were born. If they all enter the Demon Control Department, wouldn't it invisibly increase their destiny?"