Having finished explaining everything, Okelo fell silent, closed her mouth, and watched his reaction.
Zeng Mu said nothing. He spent roughly half a minute digesting and organizing this unknown prehistoric history.
He did not doubt the truth of her words at all. Instead, he devoted his full attention to them, which filled him with curiosity and excitement about everything in the Elf Realm.
At the same time, he understood that going there was probably the fastest way to gather all the elemental power. It would help him rapidly grow stronger and reach the highest realm of all seven kinds of elemental power in the shortest possible time. Then he should be able to find a way home.
At that thought, Zeng Mu could not help sighing. It was a mournful sigh, a lament for the fate he had endured for over three years.
Home had always existed in his heart, and as time passed, it grew more and more important. Yet in his mind, as time passed, it grew more and more indistinct. He had almost forgotten what it felt like. All he could recall was yesterday.
A future without a past was a great, empty dream; a past without a future was an illusory fantasy.
Seeing him sigh, Okelo thought her words had left him feeling helpless and tried to comfort him. "Don't worry. It'll be all right. I knew long ago that no one would be able to accept these truths after hearing them, but you're different. You're the only person qualified to know all this, so don't lose heart. Focus on securing your footing for now."
Zeng Mu raised his head and looked at her. Rather than explain, he followed her lead and asked, "I don't understand."
"What?" she asked.
"If that's the case, why don't you