Xingyao looked at Fuxi, gratitude written all over his face. "In that case, we'll follow your arrangements, Lord Fuxi."
"I wonder if one month will be enough. If not, we can allow more time."
Fuxi looked at Xingyao in surprise.
This fellow certainly had considerable authority.
He had actually made the decision on such a matter himself.
Although these seemed like trivial matters,
they undoubtedly touched on certain people's interests.
After all, the Ten Thousand Races Alliance was fighting the Demon Tide.
Even the slightest delay would affect them.
Let alone a delay of an entire month.
"Then it's settled."
"Someone, take Brother Xingyao to rest. You must have worked hard resisting the Demon Tide all this time. Rest and recuperate here among the Human Race for a couple of days before returning. We can also show you our local customs and way of life."
Just then, Xingyao suddenly spoke. "I'm acquainted with Lord Xuanyuan. I wonder if I might have a chance to meet him?"
He had never stopped thinking about Xuanyuan.
He was rather unusual.
Once he made a promise, he would see it through.
When he had promised Xuanyuan that he would surrender to the Human Race, he had genuinely meant to join them.
It was not as Xuanyuan and the others had claimed.
There were simply some things no one would believe.
Fuxi looked at him in surprise. "You actually know Xuanyuan? Wait, could you be that Xingyao?"
Fuxi had thought the name sounded familiar from the start.
Once Xingyao mentioned Xuanyuan, Fuxi suddenly realized.
Could he be the man whose name appeared in Xuanyuan's report back then?
He had simply been too unremarkable.
Moreover, according to Xuanyuan's description, this fellow was very likely to betray them outright.
And to Xuanyuan, those ten thousand members of