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Vast Continent, the Elves' Sealed Land.

From the boundless heavens, a jade-green light slowly descended. Yan, whom the Nature Goddess had brought into the sky for a conversation, had returned. His expression was somewhat strange, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

Before Yan had even settled down, the Elven Queen came over, took his hand, and asked, "Young Master Yan, did Her Divine Majesty pass down any divine decree?"

Yan looked at the fair little hand holding his, then raised his head and took a few extra looks at the Elven Queen's exquisite face before calmly saying, "To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. If the Elves wish to grow strong, the Netherworld Master is an obstacle they cannot avoid."

Although everything the Nature Goddess had said concerned Yan alone, the Elves did not know that. Since they had come asking, they could not blame him for misleading them.

He had deliberately spoken vaguely to make them misunderstand, only intending to have the Elves send some people. That was already quite conscientious of him, wasn't it?

If he had been more shameless, he could have issued divine decrees that benefited him even more—for example, marrying some beauty off to him, the divine envoy. Just thinking about it made him a little excited.

This time, the Elven Queen appeared extremely solemn. "Rest assured, Young Master Yan. That Netherworld Master attempted to harm my daughter. He is already the mortal enemy of the Elves, and we will never spare him."

"Good. Then I shall await Her Majesty's news in the Danton Empire."

Yan nodded and beckoned to the Shangguan Triplets. The three sisters hurried to his side. With a swirl of blue-violet radiance, the four figures vanished from the Sealed Land.

"Elders, pass down the order. Prepare to