After taking their seats in the main hall.
Beautiful women soon came over to pour the wine.
The table was laden with every sort of delicacy and fine dish.
Though at Xu Zimo's level, he had long ceased to care about fine food.
Attitude was what mattered.
As the ruler of such an immense race.
Lin, the Demon King, showed not the slightest arrogance.
He was willing to lower himself and bow before Xu Zimo.
That alone showed that he could bend and stretch, a truly qualified ruler.
He would not become intoxicated by his current position of power.
"May I ask what brings you to the Lin Demon race this time, Senior?"
Lin, the Demon King, asked with a smile.
He felt that the timing was about right.
"If there is anything you need my help with, I will tell you everything I know."
"What if I said I came to rule the Lin Demon race?" Xu Zimo asked with interest.
Lin, the Demon King's expression stiffened slightly.
But he immediately recovered, his ability to adjust was quite impressive.
He smiled. "Senior must be joking. In truth, I can tell that if you wanted to rule the Lin Demon race.
You would not have come here like this."
"To be honest, the conflict between the Lin Demon race and the Myriad Nations runs too deep.
Even if they were forcibly united, it would take several generations of effort to resolve those differences."
"In my view, there is no point in that."
Lin, the Demon King, was speaking frankly.
The current Lin Demon race was stronger than the Myriad Nations.
Yet they had no intention of ruling the Myriad Nations.
At most, they occupied some land.
With more land, they could support a larger population.
If they forcibly annexed