"I hadn't expected this trip to yield such a substantial harvest."
The corners of Wang Wu's lips lifted slightly, and his mood improved considerably. Though he knew that for someone like Frost Lord, such a gesture was really nothing more than a tiny show of goodwill to win people over—a mere word that cost little, yet might yield far greater returns in the future.
Or even if it yielded nothing, it did not matter. Making one more friend was always better than making one more enemy.
That was the mindset of those in high positions at their level.
Wang Wu even guessed that Elder Hui, the Black Emperor, and other big shots he did not know or understand would casually give such instructions as well, without it amounting to much.
Of course, the greater possibility was that they simply would not bother.
But no matter what, this was something worth learning from.
That was one aspect. There was another: Wang Wu had also realized that his previous way of thinking had been somewhat petty. Did he really think he was the only clever person in the world?
Since this Great Desolation Sin Prison Tower had been bought by the Hidden Origin Society over a century ago, they must have attached immense importance to it. That was why they had thrown all the prisoners from Sin Prison over here to serve as prison laborers, even offering a reward of fifty thousand years off their sentences.
So he had better stop dreaming of scheming to refine this Sin Prison Tower into his own.
There was no chance of that.
Elder Hui, the Black Emperor, and Frost Lord were merely third-rank elders of the Hidden Origin Society, yet even they would not dare entertain such thoughts.
By now, there were surely countless big