“Child, you possess a pure bloodline of the Sun Elves. You are destined to become a great Elf King and revive the glory of the Elf Empire!” On the ruins of the Elf Empire, the Old Tree, clinging to its last breath, spoke thus to Lin Yi.
Lin Yi: “I don’t want to be a king. It’s too tiring.”
Old Tree: “This is your destined fate. Just like you are fated to marry…