"Well..." Elder Hun Yuan extended a finger and tapped lightly on the table, but inwardly, he had considerations of his own.
The Ink Moon Tribe did indeed have a feud with the Qin Clan, but these Yinhun were no good things either. As the saying went, those not of my race were sure to harbor different hearts. Cooperating with them was no different from asking a tiger for its skin.
That was what he thought, but his face showed an entirely different expression. He cupped his hands. "Thank you for Your Majesty the Ghost Emperor's kind intentions. Speaking personally, I am willing to cooperate with your side, but this matter is of great importance. Although I am the Grand Elder, I cannot decide it alone. I need to discuss it with the witchers of the various tribes."
"That is acceptable, but the war is urgent. I cannot wait too long," the Ghost Emperor said, raising his head and offering a reminder in a deep voice.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. I know what to do."
The two chatted a little longer, then the Ghost Emperor Haotian rose and took his leave.
Elder Hun Yuan saw him off with equal courtesy.
Yet when he reached an unpeopled corner, the laughing expression on the Ghost Emperor Haotian's face suddenly vanished, replaced by gloom. He turned his head and looked toward a certain place in Star Palace, a trace of greed flashing through his eyes.
Back in the quiet room just now, Elder Hun Yuan's expression had also turned grave. He clapped his hands, and a tall, thin witcher with a horse-like face entered the room.
He bent at the waist and saluted. "Elder, what are your orders?"
"Pass down the order. Pick some quick-witted outer disciples to monitor that Ghost Emperor Haotian."