The hourglass on the dining table had its last few grains of sand.
About 5 minutes left.
Wu Xiaode laid down his knife and fork, contently wiped his mouth, then picked up his red wine and took another sip.
"One last question."
"Please ask," said the old man with the white wig.
"What is the development strategy of Molten Fire Castle?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"That's a great question," the elder smiled and raised his glass, "our goal has always been to kill more creatures and capture their souls."
"Some of these souls are kept as slaves, some are used as food, and we cannot keep those endowed with Merit for fear that fate would bring us disaster."
"Therefore, we send souls with too much Merit for reincarnation."
"Adhering to this strategy, we aim to grow strong during the Pangu Era and create new glories."
Wu Xiaode earnestly finished listening and clapped his hands together.
"Thank you for your explanation, I am honored to have reached a strategic partnership with you."
