At the soft exclamation, Zhou Heng instinctively looked toward its source. The previously chaotic scene rapidly took shape, becoming a lush green forest, while a straight path extended to the edge of his field of vision. There, at the end of the forest path, a man sat on a thick tree root.
He looked exactly as Zhou Heng remembered him: skin as soft and dewy as a woman's, pointed ears standing naturally on either side, his chest bare beneath a blue-green garment of grass. His right foot rested on the root, his left hung down naturally, and he watched Zhou Heng approach with utter languor.
"I remember you... A sliver of my power once activated the Elven King's Legendary Realm for you," the elven man said with a soft chuckle.
Zhou Heng cupped his hands politely. "I am Zhou Heng, a junior. My greetings, Your Eminence, Elven King."
The elven man was none other than the "Elven King" Zhou Heng had encountered before.
The "Elven King" smiled and waved a languid hand. "Elven King, my ass. I'm nothing but a dead failure who couldn't protect his people in the end."
Zhou Heng said nothing and listened quietly.
"You have that fellow's flute, don't you? How nice. Another Fun-Lover in the Sakast Region. A pity you don't have the makings of one." The Elven King seemed quite at peace with his inability to protect the Elf Race. With an unhurried smile, he asked, "Tell me, what brought you into this Secret Realm? If you want me to go easy on you, that's impossible, even if you hold that Fun-Lover's class."
Zhou Heng shook his head. "Senior, I want a hundred million portions of Starlight Deer Hide and a hundred million portions of Starlight Grass."
The languid "Elven King" abruptly turned his