"You saw it." Elder Yue stood beside Shen Yanxiao and noticed Shen Yanxiao's focused yet doubtful gaze. His eyes had a trace of approval.
"What is that?" Shen Yanxiao looked at Elder Yue doubtfully. Such a situation should not happen once elves die.
"Pollution."
"Pollution?"
Elder Yue nodded. He looked up at all the crystal coffins in the basement with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
