"Human Race, has Your Majesty really decided?"
A robust old man in a brown robe, sitting on a stone chair, spoke.
It was not that the old man did not trust the Human Emperor, but such an important matter had to be confirmed repeatedly.
"Relying on the methods left by our master, it has been confirmed, there will be no mistake."
The palm of the Nine-headed Clan rested on the armrest, gently tapping, his expression serious.
"Now, let us discuss what attitude we should adopt when contacting that person."
Upon hearing these words, the unsettled emotions of many human immortals gradually calmed down, and they began to think.
They were not fools; the pros and cons of this matter needed to be considered closely.
For a time, the entire hall fell into silence.
Liang Hui, supporting his chin with one hand, lazily scanned the Human Race individuals with furrowed brows through the Immortal Light.
'So petty!'
The young man scoffed in his heart.