The Penglai Conference was a major event held once every ten years by the Daoist and demon worlds.
Whenever this time came around, the guests arriving from both worlds were never few, and each was an outstanding figure from their respective origins or sects.
With elites gathered and more than half of Divine Land's extraordinary beings present, descriptions like this were hardly exaggerated.
Compared with it, New Year's Eve, which came once a year, seemed rather ordinary... Of course, it was still one of the year's most important days. The Daoist-demon gala hastily organized under the Administration Bureau's lead had turned out fairly lively.
Naturally, the Administration Bureau had another intention in organizing such a gala: easing the recent tensions between the Daoist and demon sides. After all, there was still the agreement that the great man had signed with both worlds after the founding of the new nation.
That agreement possessed a mysterious binding force. Violating it lightly would bring serious consequences. Of course, even at this gathering of extraordinary beings from more than half of Divine Land, only a tiny minority knew what those consequences were.
Inside the banquet hall, the Administration Bureau was arranging lavish performances for the guests from every faction. Of course, to these extraordinary beings, ordinary people's performances were nothing worth watching, so every performer belonged to the category of the "nonhuman."
This gala had probably been planned long ago. Otherwise, it would not have been arranged so thoroughly in such a short time.
Even so, the atmosphere at the venue remained rather cold.
At that moment, several important Administration Bureau members were frowning bitterly in a room. Among them was Captain Ling Feng, who was responsible for the Wolong Villa security project. In fact, all the people present were captains from the Administration