In the end, Sui Xiong still did not agree at once.
Although he admitted that Singer's arguments made a great deal of sense, he still felt that something was off.
And since something felt wrong, how could he rashly agree?
This was no trivial matter like "What should we eat tonight?" It concerned the safety and happiness of tens of millions among the two largest races of the main plane, and even directly affected the rise and fall of the world's two greatest pantheons, as well as the lives and deaths of millions.
How could he agree so lightly just because it "made sense"?
Helping the elves or the dwarves would not involve any major war. Even if fighting truly broke out, Sui Xiong was confident that with his own power and prestige, he could keep the scale of the war under control and prevent it from becoming a land ablaze with war, corpses strewn everywhere. But if he helped the orcs, he had no such confidence.
The hatred between orcs and humans had a long history. They could be called mortal enemies. Stopping a war between the two sides would be easier said than done!
Thus, despite Singer's repeated pleas, he ultimately chose to delay, saying that they needed to wait a little longer and that both the Northwest Republic and the Void Pantheon still needed further discussion.
And so the meeting came to a temporary close. The envoys returned to their hotel, while Sui Xiong summoned the Republic's and Pantheon's upper ranks to discuss the matter in detail.
"What a pity!" After returning to the hotel, Wilde let out a deep sigh, his face full of regret. "We failed to settle this today. It'll only get harder from here!"
Singer's face was as dark as water, steeped in