In the empty room, the three sat facing one another in a triangular formation.
Because this was a secret meeting, the room had been packed with at least a dozen different defensive measures, ensuring the meeting's privacy to the greatest extent possible.
Earlier, Bai Zhi had even privately mocked how professional this meeting was, but he had never expected it to turn into a Feast of Hong Gate aimed specifically at him.
He was not surprised that they knew of the [Demon Refining Pot]. After all, during the previous disaster that struck the city, the [Demon Refining Pot] had shone brilliantly.
But the restoration of the [Demon Refining Pot] should have been classified information. The [Hong Lu Temple] had only been rushed to completion not long ago as well—how had Adam known that the [Demon Refining Pot] had been fully repaired, and been so certain that it was on him?
"What, so you want me to take out the [Demon Refining Pot]?"
Bai Zhi looked at Adam before him with an amused expression.
"That's right. The [Demon Refining Pot], with its own internal world, can indeed isolate people from the outside world's influence. But how can you guarantee that those people will willingly enter the pot?"
"Very simple. I'll only give them Two Choices."
Leaning back against the chair, Adam clasped his interlaced fingers before his chest.
"Either they become our believers, or they enter the pot. My people have already marked everyone in the camp. As long as they're even slightly intelligent, I believe the right choice won't be difficult to make."
"...That works too."
After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhi nodded readily.
"At most, there are only a few hundred people. There's plenty of space in the Demon Refining Pot, and since we're all Players from the