Anjebel did not know what Li Ziran was doing, but the number of bottles around her kept increasing.
Her entire body seemed to be wrapped up by shelves of medicine.
Yet she behaved herself. A dignified Primordial Elf was as obedient as a kitten.
It was not that she had never considered escaping, but the Sealing Spell and puppet within her body bound her tightly like shackles. From time to time, that Black Dragon even prowled around the operating room like a hunting hound.
Clearly, Li Ziran, who appeared so carefree, was heavily on guard against her.
Her formidable elemental abilities were as fragile as paper before this human.
Through the glass not far beyond the robots, she could clearly see the Elven City outside gradually coming back to life.
Spring had arrived. Many Elves wandered through the square, while young Elves gathered in groups of three or five, fiercely discussing some magical formula, brimming with youthful vitality.
To her surprise, she felt a little envious. That was freedom.
In the very heart of the Elves' most prosperous sacred land, she, a Primordial Elf, had been forcibly imprisoned.
How laughable.
She instinctively stirred her elements. They flowed smoothly, and the strength she possessed at her peak remained with her. Yet whenever she tried to attack or escape, that magic became a restraint instead.
She could sense that there were far more than two spells on her body. There seemed to be some kind of soul-related magic.
It was a strange Soul Element.
As she looked at Li Ziran, she could not help feeling a measure of admiration. For a human to be this steady and meticulous, he was far more impressive than some of the Primordial Elves in Oak Space.
But he could never earn her forgiveness.
Her heart had