The Glory of the Past

Five minutes earlier.

High Elf Elder Queitoan hid among the crowds on Commercial Street, his hood pulled low.

Although Joshua had demonstrated "a hundred ways to gather human faith" to him several times already,

Queitoan's unease had been proven right. A strange foreigner singing on the street could hardly draw much human attention.

It was not until the Frost Elf made her stunning appearance that countless people surged over, letting Queitoan witness once again the terrifying influence of an "idol."

"Wen Enna, remember that Frost Elf. Later, thank her for me."

Elder Queitoan instructed Wen Enna, who stood beside him. After her friend Aurelian took the stage, the young High Elf had hidden herself at the elder's side.

Tylinn's appearance had saved more than just this deserted stage. In a broader sense, she had saved the entire High Elf race, just like Joshua had.

"But those humans were all drawn here by that Frost Elf. Even if Wei He Si sings the Elven Poem now, it won't have any effect at all."

Queitoan could tell that those humans had come for Tylinn. They could not care less about listening to the Black-robed One sing.

"It's all right, Elder! I've heard Sister Aurelian practice other songs."

"Other songs? Songs written by humans... many of them cannot compare to the Elven Poem."

Elder Queitoan had absolute confidence in the music his mother had composed. It would be very difficult for humans to reach that level.

But his confidence and concerns were quickly swept away by an unfamiliar melody. Aurelian began playing a tune that did not come from the Elven Poem.

"This is it!" Wen Enna said excitedly.

"A Sky Full of Stars?"

Elder Queitoan listened to the Black-robed One sing. The lyrics were very simple, yet the melody was graceful and