Old Yan remained very calm.
For him, many of his proposals had already been rejected countless times.
He had always refrained from fighting or competing.
But now, he had given these people so many opportunities.
Yet none of them had grasped them properly.
Under such circumstances, Old Yan would use his own methods to resolve certain matters.
This old man was named Yan Liben.
He looked toward the middle-aged man seated at the head.
That middle-aged man was likely the leader of this group. He wore a broad robe, his gaze blazing like torches.
Simply sitting there, he seemed to suppress everyone present.
Whenever they saw him, everyone could sense an oppressive aura of authority that needed no anger to inspire fear.
"Spirit King, you still remember what you promised me before, right?"
Yan Liben looked at the person seated at the head and asked.
Because he knew that whether the others opposed or agreed did not matter.
Everything depended on the intentions of the one seated highest above them.
Only his wishes held true decision-making power.
"Of course," the Spirit King nodded slightly.
"I will give you one month to put your theory into practice and see whether it produces tangible results."
"Good. Then I will put this theory into practice now. I have brought the people as well," Yan Liben said.
"I hope we can proceed according to our previous agreement. I assume you will not object to that."
Hearing Yan Liben's words, the others around him grew anxious.
They began voicing their objections one after another.
"Spirit King, we cannot open this floodgate!"
"If we use evil to restrain evil, what if the evil forces collude and contact one another? That would be fatal to us."
"If anyone dies during this implementation, we will have to bear