Ning Fengzhi asked, "Xiaowen, how did the recruitment go?"
Ye Wen casually sat back down and said lightly, "Don't worry, Father-in-law. It's practically guaranteed."
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi did not ask further. He merely regretted that he had no way to add another Titled Douluo to his side.
As for the other influential figures, each harboring their own schemes, they exchanged glances. This was the first time they had directly witnessed just how extraordinary Ye Wen, this junior, truly was.
Though Xue Ye appeared calm on the surface, he was gritting his teeth in fury inwardly.
Why? Why? Why? I am the sole emperor of this land! Why can this brat from some backwater recruit people better than I can!
Is it because my resources aren't attractive enough? Or because I lack charisma? Aaaah!!! This is infuriating!!!
Ye Wen knew nothing of this. Even if he had known, he would only have rolled his eyes in disdain.
In this strength-supreme fantasy world, the fact that a royal family lacking sufficient strength had been allowed to occupy such a high position for so many years was already a sign of the Xue Family's good fortune. And now they wanted to recruit geniuses? They had to be able to protect them first! Useless trash who could not even protect their own sons!
If Ye Wen were Xue Ye, he would not be thinking about recruiting talent at all. He would first stabilize his own foundation, because the nobles of the Heaven Dou Empire had already rotted beyond recognition.
Yet no matter how rotten they were, these nobles had inherited the Martial Souls of their once-powerful ancestors. Although Mutated Martial Souls did appear among commoners, their numbers were far too few.
And as one of the few useful theories Yu Xiaogang had stated,