Going Along with the Current

"I've made up my mind."

Forcing a smile despite the shocked gazes of the surrounding Elves, Xilos still showed a trace of hesitation. But it was only a trace. The moment her gaze fell on Shen Yi, she put that expression away and merely looked at him quietly, waiting for his reply.

"Fine."

"I can leave your other clansmen alone. I can transplant all of them together, including the Elf Tree."

"But there's a problem you may need to consider."

The compressed Black Fog from earlier appeared in Shen Yi's hand. Threads of black slowly drifted within the bead, like clouds and mist swirling about.

"Can you withstand Black Fog of this level?"

Crushing the bead, several black threads darted toward Xilos and the Elves behind her as though they had found food.

Yet, those black threads merely floated around Xilos and the Elves behind her. Not a single one could draw near, much less invade.

"This is..."

"This is the Black Fog from the planet where my husband is from. What's so surprising about it? Haven't you already seen it before?"

Fei Mi shot Xilos a glare, then waved her hand and directly dispersed the drifting Black Fog.

Logically speaking, Shen Yi's sudden little test was somewhat unnecessary.

With Xilos's strength, dealing with Black Fog of this level would be effortless. She could even erase it with a casual gesture. It would not cause much trouble for the other Elves either. Fei Mi did not quite understand why he had bothered asking.

Then, Xilos immediately understood what Fei Mi meant. She promptly lowered herself and spoke softly, "Lord Shen Yi, Black Fog of this level may cause trouble for newly born Elves, but it could never affect even the lowest-ranked Elves of our race."

"Therefore, I still ask Lord