He said he was deep in thought, but in truth, "wracked with indecision" would have been more accurate.
Morton had already explained the entire situation to him in painstaking detail. There was basically nothing left for him to puzzle over.
But as the Elf King, making this decision really wasn't that easy.
For that reason, he planned to stay in Great Zhou a while longer and confirm the situation for himself.
During this time, the latest developments soon reached Zhou Xu's ears.
For example, the elves had begun applying to join Great Zhou. At first, the momentum was excellent, and more and more elven families began applying to join their Great Zhou.
But at a certain point, the applications suddenly stopped.
Of course, it couldn't be because Great Zhou had suddenly lost its appeal to the elves.
There was no need to think about it. The only possibility was that the Elf race had realized something and stopped signing the applications.
"Don't worry about it. Let the elves make their own decisions."
Inside the Hall of Diligent Governance, Zhou Xu looked utterly calm and unhurried.
From the beginning, they had required the Elf Forest to sign off before they could approve an application. In essence, they had handed the decision-making power over to the Elf race themselves.
This approach seemed to mean surrendering the initiative, but in reality, it had pushed the conflict onto the Elf race's internal affairs.
As long as the elves weren't fools, they would realize this very soon.
But the most brilliant part of this move was that there was nothing wrong with it in itself. It could even be called an exceptionally measured approach. The Elf race couldn't find any fault with them, yet it would make things extremely uncomfortable internally.
One careless move, and