"Since it appears that only you, Mr. Yun Jiezi, are present, you shall represent all powers of Yuan Country. May I inquire about your thoughts on this proposal?"
Demon Lord Tian Du watched Fang Xi intently.
At this time, the gazes of nearly all the Nascent Soul old demons in the hall converged on Fang Xi, yet he was as composed as if a gentle breeze brushed his face. He waved his hand and said, "I'm but an individual cultivator. Since the Demon Lord holds me in such high regard, I shall accept on their behalf!"
After all, Yuan Country wasn't his to worry about.
Moreover, the incursion of a faction of Nascent Soul powers, even if just a small part, would benefit the stability of Yuan Country amid the beast tide.
Thus, Fang Xi possessed the casual demeanor of someone whose "cabbages were not growing in his own garden," nonchalantly agreeing to the arrangement.