Fuxi frowned. They wanted territory? This was not a good sign.
After all, the Human Race's territory was not very large at present.
"The Human Race has limited territory. It is already difficult enough to accommodate our own people. We have no spare land to give the Devil Race."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal looked at Fuxi and said in some surprise, "Surely Your Majesty does not think the Human Race's territory will remain this small forever?"
"The Devil Race has churned the entire Primordial World into a complete mess. Wherever the Human Race goes, any territory it reclaims from the Devil Race must belong to the Human Race. How could you give it to other races? Your Majesty must not be too softhearted."
Previously, he had only thought Fuxi was utterly domineering, his entire bearing brimming with authority.
Now, however, he felt Fuxi was still somewhat indecisive.
Fuxi also noticed the doubt in his eyes. "You are right. However, the Human Race's path to ruling the Primordial World is not something we can complete overnight, or even within a single generation."
"We have our own path."
"If you wish to submit to the Human Race, you must follow our path."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal was puzzled. Did the Human Race have some other way to acquire territory?
Although puzzled, he could only nod. "In that case, I hope we can reserve this request. Once we have decided what we want in the future, we will raise it with the Human Race. What do you think?"
Fuxi readily agreed. "Very well. But when the time comes, we must consider your request carefully. We may not agree to everything."
This was his bottom line. He could not let them make whatever demands they pleased. Their requests had to remain within what the