The Outcome

The High Priest and the six Deputy General Presidents all felt their heads ache a little.

They realized that these negotiations and discussions were getting somewhat impossible to continue.

Because right at the start, the topic had gone off track and turned into the Demon Race and the Shadow Race competing against each other, and that competition had brought up two important matters.

"How about this? Deputy President Zhong can go ask His Majesty for instructions first, and then we can continue talking?"

The High Priest tossed the hot potato to Zhong Ren.

Zhong Ren nearly spat blood.

That old bastard didn't dare go see His Majesty himself, so did that mean he dared?

Wouldn't it be better if they went together?

The upper ranks of the three races nodded one after another.

There was no helping it. In front of the upper ranks of the three great races, Zhong Ren could not very well say anything else, and could only get up and go look for Yi Chen.

The Meeting Room suddenly fell quiet.

On the General Political Department's side, they were busy considering the matter of Contribution Points.

As for the upper ranks of the three races, each had their own thoughts.

On the Demon Race's side, they sat firmly and calmly, as steady as fishermen on a platform.

But because the Swamp Crocodiles did not want to offend anyone, they did not speak up to mock or show off either.

The seven Shadow Kings were all wary in their hearts.

The leading Shadow King even quietly took out a Communication Stone and secretly contacted the Shadow Emperor to discuss the matter.

Because the Shadow Emperor was busy monitoring the Earth Tree Race Expert Morris and the Federal Parliament, all affairs of the Shadow Race, large and small,