The sovereign looked Xu Zimo up and down.
Then he smiled.
"I admire you."
"Both your strength and your character."
"I have never mistreated those who suit my temperament."
"How about joining the Yan Chi Dynasty?"
"Whatever you want, whatever you seek, I can give it to you."
At this moment, the sovereign's expression was utterly sincere.
His eyes brimmed with a thirst for worthy talent.
Anyone who saw this scene would likely be moved.
This was the sovereign.
The true one above all others in the Yan Chi Dynasty.
An ordinary person would probably immediately feel willing to die for one who recognized his worth.
But Xu Zimo remained unmoved.
Because he understood it too well.
It was the PUA of those above toward those below.
The routine of offering a few small favors and kind words, then making others sell their lives for them.
So he merely looked at the sovereign with a cold smile.
He seemed utterly indifferent.
For a moment, the sovereign was at a loss for words.
Why was this man different from what he had imagined?
It was then that Xu Zimo spoke.
Smiling, he said, "Anything I want is fine?"
"As long as it is something I can do, I will naturally agree," the sovereign said with a firm nod.
In his view, as long as Xu Zimo named his conditions, things would be easy to discuss.
What he feared were the sort who named no conditions and could neither be swayed by honeyed words nor cowed by force.
The Yan Chi Dynasty had vast lands and abundant people; there was no need to fear being unable to fulfill his demands.
Compared to the Myriad Nations Assembly, all other matters had to take a step back.
The outcome of the Myriad Nations Assembly