Trade Network Plan

Anfuni was stunned. She had not expected Li Ziran to be so blunt.

She felt somewhat disappointed, yet at the same time, faintly relieved.

"I hope so!"

She murmured softly. No one understood the terror of the Revenge Soul, much less the process of cultivating it.

This was an inheritance of the Elves, passed down from ancient times. Like the Beast Race's Ancient Soul, it was a supreme method of tempering the soul.

But tempering meant enduring the pain of hammer blow after hammer blow.

That pain did not come from outsiders, but from oneself—from her own emotions.

The deeper and richer one's emotions, the greater the hatred born when they were destroyed. Only then could the Revenge Seed sprout within the soul and temper it without end.

Any Elven priest who cultivated the Revenge Soul would turn all their emotions into hatred.

Especially love, that unique emotion—it was the finest nourishment for the Revenge Soul.

"You shouldn't have rejected him." Anfuni looked across the empty plain, where Levent's figure could vaguely be seen in the distance. "What he said may not have been false. The Dark Council is nowhere near as simple as you imagine. They won't let you run wild in Hippo Ancient City. Soul Plasma—this is the kind of treasure that drives people mad. Tell me, what are you planning?"

"Me?" Li Ziran smiled. "What plan could I possibly have?"

"Hehe, lying is not what good children do. I'm your ally now, and I have to consider the future of the Elves. Besides, to save you, even my Primordial Elf body was destroyed. Shouldn't you at least reveal a little of what you're hiding? Don't worry. I'm on your side."

Li Ziran said nothing. He quietly breathed in the Ice Plains' unique chill, those Giant eyes fixed