"Celestial Master... will this really work?"
Zhao Yuanxu, Director Zhao, gazed worriedly into the night sky. The grand fireworks display earlier had drawn a great deal of attention.
Everyone was unusually on edge at a time like this, so Director Zhao had immediately taken a helicopter to the foot of Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
Even someone as worldly as Director Zhao had been left dumbstruck after hearing Zhang Xiao's account.
He had... brought over the consciousnesses of tens of millions of people from another world? And according to the reports, some of them were only one or two years old!
Wasn't this madness? What could one- or two-year-olds do?
Besides, those born in the nineties... they were all pampered little emperors. Experts had long been calling them a lost generation.
And now he wanted to distribute the power of the Heavenly Court and the Magic Network to them, then let them use their imaginations to fight what could be tens of billions of demons and monsters outside?
Director Zhao's first reaction was that it was unreliable. His second was that it was utterly unreliable!
"Um... Zhang... Celestial Master, if the power of the Heavenly Court and the Magic Network really can be distributed, couldn't we give it to our soldiers?
Why go to so much trouble to bring... bring people over from another world?"
As the liaison between the nation and the Daoist Order, Director Zhao had every reason to ask that question.
In his view, those soldiers could always be trusted, and their combat capabilities were beyond question.
"It's different." Zhang Xiao smiled. After considering it for a moment, he beckoned to a soldier waiting for Zhao Yuanxu in the distance.
"Young comrade! Yes, you. Come over here a moment, sorry for the trouble."
The bewildered young soldier jogged over and