When Profit Gathers, People Gather; When Profit Scatters, People Flee

All around them, the elves—including Biers, who was reclining in a wicker chair—had fallen into the same silence, unable to say a single word.

Many elves wore looks of utter shock, as though they had heard something absolutely impossible. Those dozen-odd faces that would have caused an enormous stir anywhere else were filled with astonishment, their gazes dull with disbelief.

Yet what Mei Fu resisted even more than Xilos's power were Xilos's words from just now.

Kolun frowned and looked questioningly at Xilos before the Elf Tree.

If those words had come from another elf, he would not have believed a single one of them.

But the one who had spoken them was Xilos, the one least willing to make promises and the one who never did.

From the day she was born until she became the Clan Leader of the Elf race, leading countless elves to where they were today, she had never made any promises.

Let alone make one as she had just now, before more than a dozen elves.

The Elf race valued promises greatly. Once a promise was made, even if mountains crumbled and seas ran dry, they would never abandon it.

Xilos's words had clearly meant that their harsh lives were about to end!

At most, it would only take a month!

Just one month!

They would no longer have to remain at the Bottom of the Rock Prison, no longer have to live every day in fear!

It was something like a dream. Even knowing those words had come from Xilos herself, they still found them difficult to believe.

"Wait, were you serious about all that?"

Biers, who knew a little about the Elf race, looked exceptionally grave.

Xilos's words clearly meant that she no longer intended to remain at the Bottom of the