"Um, what do you mean by this?" Lin Yi asked, looking somewhat bewildered as Xue Ling knelt on one knee before him.
It was not just Lin Yi; even the rest of the Snow Elves felt a sense of doubt.
The dance in the arena had stopped, the song had ceased, and everyone looked toward the seat of honor.
"If our tribe wishes to change its current situation, the only way is for a supreme powerhouse to emerge or for us to attach ourselves to one," Xue Ling said in a serious, low voice that carried across the entire banquet.
"Given our current circumstances, it is impossible for a powerhouse to appear, let alone be favored by a supreme being."
She knelt on the ice, her silver hair cascading down, and her icy-blue robes spread across the ground.
"Therefore, I choose another path." Xue Ling looked at Lin Yi with a serious gaze. "Your innate talent, comprehension, and aptitude are the absolute best among any prodigies I have ever laid eyes on.
Rather than gambling that our tribe will go unnoticed, I would rather gamble that you will become a supreme mighty figure."
"So please accept our tribe."
Xue Wu and Xue Rou also came over to Xue Ling's side and knelt down, looking at Lin Yi with hope in their eyes.
Xue Rou's eyes were still red, her tear tracks not yet dry, and her expression was filled with earnestness. Xue Wu kept her head lowered, her hands resting on her knees with her fingertips faintly white.
The surrounding Snow Elves only then snapped back to their senses. Some covered their mouths, some had their wings frozen mid-air, and a few older Snow Elves looked at each other, hesitating with words on their lips.
Lin Yi looked at Xue