Su Ming'an was about to fight back when he saw a pair of moon-white eyes and instantly fell quiet.
The door quickly closed, Norman's footsteps gradually faded away, and the surroundings were silent enough to hear a pin drop.
"...You're safe now."
Inside the room was a young boy with long purple hair draped over his shoulders, eyes like the moon, porcelain-white skin, and sharp, pointed ears. Su Ming'an immediately recognized him.
—The Elf King, Huan Jiala.
However, at this time, Huan Jiala was still very young, just an ordinary elf.
"Who are you?" Su Ming'an asked.
"I..." Huan Jiala's gaze drifted, landing on his wrist.
It was then that Su Ming'an noticed that Huan Jiala's wrists and ankles were shackled with iron chains.
Due to the scarcity of the Elf race, if they were lured out of the forest, they were often regarded as precious gifts, exchanged among the nobility.
