After this council of the Human Race's leaders had defined each faction's share of interests and finalized the details of reconstruction, the discussion naturally turned to the threat of the Insect Race beyond Human Territory. After all, the swarms entrenched in Demon Race lands were like hidden tumors. No one could guarantee that they would not come surging back and threaten the Human Race's homeland again.
As they discussed this issue, the assembled leaders grew visibly more solemn, their voices filled with wariness toward the Insect Race. Some mentioned traces of insects discovered during border reconnaissance, while others worried that if the Demon Race could not hold them back, the flames of war would spread into Human Territory once more.
Even so, not a single person at the council volunteered to launch an expedition into Demon Territory and help eradicate the infestation.
At its root, the Demon Race and the Human Race had never had any dealings with each other during their resistance against the insects. Deep-seated hatred also existed between them, and their interests lay far apart.
An expedition into foreign territory would not only consume immense manpower and resources, but its outcome would also be uncertain. It would be even harder to secure any tangible benefits, and they might instead invite new trouble upon the Human Race.
Even Liu Changxu harbored similar considerations. The Human Race had only just broken free of the flames of war, and a hundred ruined undertakings awaited revival. What it needed most now was time to recuperate and strengthen its foundations, not to commit its limited strength to an expedition with no direct connection to its own affairs. Something that demanded nothing but sacrifice and offered little prospect of return could hardly stir his motivation.
Thus, a subtle silence settled over the council.