The group set out again.
Previously, the four had climbed from the southeastern side of the plateau, heading west all the way. Once they reached the far west, they turned back northeast, clearing out the foreign tribes they encountered along the way. Occasionally, they traded with the Qiang people, exchanging spoils taken from the tribes for necessities to sustain themselves.
They had not stopped for more than half a month until they encountered the incarnated elf.
Now, after considering the matter, Type Zero concluded that even if a lone elf was harmful to humans, she posed no threat to the vast Central Plains. Thus, Type Zero decided to spare her.
The battle ended rather anticlimactically.
Ji Chao followed Type Zero's suggestion and spared the elf—or rather, there had been nothing they could do about an elf born of heaven and earth, capable of reviving endlessly.
So they resumed their journey, leaving the elf behind and allowing the Type Zero and Type One brothers to continue eliminating the true threats to the Central Plains: those who were truly "foreign tribes."
They continued northeast, planning to descend from the plateau beyond the great formation in the northeast and confront the foreign tribes within Yuezhi and Wusun to the north.
The elf left behind remained sitting there in a daze.
The loneliness of countless ages seemed to have been broken.
She was merely an elf, devoid of intellect and reason.
In her previous existence, she might have seen much—an immense amount, even—but no one had ever been willing to accept her. She had remained a stranger among crowds, forgotten without notice. With a moment's carelessness, people would forget that such an elf had ever existed.
She was only a lump of flesh that sought nourishment and avoided danger. She could not possibly be