With Lin Shen's decision, both the Diman Tribe and Celestial Race were overjoyed.
After Chi Jiu and the others returned, they immediately convened with the rest of the envoy to discuss negotiation strategies with the Celestial Race, aiming to secure the Celestial Statue at the lowest cost possible.
"You all can discuss it, just let me know once you've reached a decision." Lin Shen sat for a while before rising and leaving directly.
Chi Jiu and the others had no intention of stopping him and continued their meeting to refine their negotiation tactics for the next day.
Grand Marshal's Banquet Hall, Diman Star.
The host seat was occupied by a Diman man, thinly built with a long face, a prominent hooked nose, and an unreadable gleam in his eyes.
Though he sat casually, his presence alone exuded an aura of quiet authority.
"General Shasum, here's to celebrating our smooth collaboration." Sitting in the guest seat was an elderly Celestial.
