"Do our honored guests truly intend to go to the Blood Mist?" The Elf Race elder looked at Xia Yi, Yuanen Yehui, and Ye Xinglan beside him, and could not help trying to dissuade them.
In a world where strength reigned supreme, it was perfectly normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. Even among the Elf Race, a race ruled by the Empress and inclined toward matriarchy, plenty of powerful, high-status elves also had lovers on both arms.
Such things were simply too normal.
But everyone understood it without saying it aloud. There were certainly people like Xia Yi, bringing two female companions into the Blood Mist while trying to have it both ways—but most of them ended up losing everything.
"Elder, please grant us this." Xia Yi did not explain much. Since they had already come this far, there was no way he would back down now. He directly took out a Soul Forged Life Crystal Stone and placed it before the Elf Race elder.
The Blood Mist was only open to the Elf Race for an annual fee. If humans or Orcs wanted to enter, they had to pay a certain price.
Xia Yi did not have the Elf Race's currency, and he could not be bothered to ask the price. In any case, one Soul Forged Life Crystal Stone would be enough no matter what.
"Since that is the case, I will not try to persuade you further." Seeing Xia Yi so determined, the Elf Race elder said no more. Dense spatial magic fluctuations spread from within him, and a spatial spell appeared over Xia Yi and the other two.
Affected by the spatial magic fluctuations, Yuanen Yehui and Ye Xinglan instinctively moved to release their martial souls, but Xia Yi tugged them