The hall fell silent once more.
Zhen Lanyue froze, her emerald eyes filled with confusion. "Too beautiful... What does that have to do with not forming a race?"
There was a trace of sorrow in Elder Tianxuan's gaze. "I've looked into your history. On Jiquan Star, if not for the changes of the past ten thousand years, your situation wouldn't have been very good either, would it?"
Zhen Lanyue fell silent.
She recalled those distant memories—the dark years when Wood Elves had been coveted, captured, and sold by other races.
Those memories were like old scars. Though they had healed, they still ached faintly whenever touched.
Elder Tianxuan continued, "Your situation in the Main Star Domain is the same."
"The beauty of the Elf Race is renowned throughout the starry sky."
"The powerful nobles of those great factions enjoy keeping Elves as attendants, singers, or even private playthings."
"And Elves unwilling to submit are captured, sold, and imprisoned."
"That is why most Elves no longer enter the Main Star Domain. They would rather remain secluded in the wild regions."
A heavy silence descended over the hall.
Yan Jin's flames dimmed slightly. Ying Ge's figure trembled softly in the shadows. Cracks surfaced across Yan Ji's stone skin. Fine cracking sounds came from Shuang Han's ice crystals, while Feng Yu's wind blades halted in midair.
Zhen Lanyue drew a deep breath. Her voice was calm, yet carried an imperceptible tremor. "So... our Elf Race is not suited to going to the Main Star Domain?"
Elder Ao Cang slowly nodded. "The Dragon God was also shocked when he learned that our planet had so many races of Elves."
"He said he did not recommend that you go to the Main Star Domain yet. Even if you do go, you should go with the