The Little Elf floated to one side and sat down on the current.
Though it had always seemed so optimistic, it now looked utterly dejected.
"My wish is coming true. I should be happy," the Little Elf muttered to itself.
"I don't even have to make it happen myself. Someone will help me, slowly bringing it to fruition. All I have to do is watch. So why am I still not happy?"
The Little Elf looked deeply troubled.
Mo Ling watched it, unsure of what he should do.
The historical phantom had already revealed much to Mo Ling: the emergence of Oasis City, the origins of Li Xiangyi, and the birth of the Wishing Spring. The only thing he couldn't understand was this Little Elf.
It was born from a golden light that even the creatures of the Purple Veil feared, and it possessed the powerful ability to both seize and grant wishes.
You could even say it was a lifeform capable of manipulating wishes.
Everything about the Little Elf was shrouded in mystery.
