"Form an alliance army of the Nine Satellites Expeditionary Force?" The light wings on the back of the chief executive of the Great Xi Clan, Lu Qi, flapped. He smiled and turned to look at the Pope of the Muyas, Qiao An.
Qiao An looked at Xu Yi and Lu Qi and smiled, but she did not say anything.
Xu Yi instantly understood that they had rejected him. But since he was very weak today and even said that he was a little low-class, he was prepared to convince the two of them. Under normal circumstances, he could not say what he wanted.
According to normal political thinking, if Xu Yi wanted the three races to form the Nine Satellites Expeditionary Force Alliance, he could not expose his needs too much. He could not even raise them. Instead, he would slowly guide the other two to raise the idea of the alliance army.
But he had thought about it many times.
He can't do it!
