In the darkness, more than a dozen pairs of eyes gleamed with a strange light, reminiscent of venomous snakes lurking in a cave. These pairs of eyes were intently focused on the Rudder Master, silently waiting for him to speak.
Finally, the languidly seated Rudder Master began speaking. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in decades, and each word was heavy with significance.
"Why aren't the lights on?"
A demonic sect Manager politely replied, "Rudder Master, you've forgotten. Last meeting, you mentioned about the atmosphere in the higher level meetings and said our Yanjiang Rudder lacked that typical demonic sect ambiance."
"On second thought, it's true. Our Yanjiang Rudder is, unfortunately, the most inferior among all subbranches, perhaps for this very reason."
"It's often mentioned in tales that our demonic sect prefers hatching our plots in the dark. I specifically ordered the staff not to light the lamps."