The arrival of Primordial Elves in the rainforest was absolutely huge news. And there were three of them at once—many tribes needed to pay homage.
Before they even reached the ceremonial hall, the leaders of every tribe had already been waiting from afar. The six elders were especially eager, standing at the very front with such respectful expressions that they looked like doormen outside a hotel.
A vast expanse of people, all leaders of their respective races.
Li Ziran had finally witnessed Elven etiquette. If his previous appearance had been considered complicated, then the Primordial Elves' rituals were simply cumbersome to the point of death.
The walk from the oak tree to the ceremonial hall should have taken less than half an hour, yet it dragged on for a full seven hours. And he, the Prince, had to accompany them the entire way.
He could sense that Aimier was extremely wary of him. She would not even let him approach on his own initiative. He felt rather helpless; he had actually frightened the little girl just now.
He had merely wanted to test her.
Thinking about how she would need to gestate his new body in the future gave Li Ziran a headache. The rejection and barrier in her heart could not be erased so easily.
The only good news was that Anjebel had connected with Aimier. She had not lied—within Oak Space, the two had an excellent relationship.
He had even seen Anjebel slip into Aimier's protective barrier.
As the Prince, and especially as the creator of the current tailbone, many tribes took the initiative to greet Li Ziran. Even the Human Race delegation came over.
They were all strangers. Li Ziran had no desire to deal with them at all.
He had already put on enough of a