Upon hearing Shanaela's words, Wu Heng looked at her with some surprise, "You really don't want to become the Great Elder at all?"
Shanaela lazily leaned back against the pillow, her tone casual, "What's good about being the Great Elder? When I see you, I still have to bow and salute. In the future, I can become a hero myself, not to mention...
As she spoke, she glanced around the spacious and comfortable bedroom, "Life now is much more pleasant than over there with the Wood Elves."
Wu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting her to consider things from this angle.
Thinking it over, what she said was not without reason.
The Great Elder holds a revered position within the tribe, but in the broader world, it cannot compare to a hero.
Just like Bonifacius, upon seeing the fugitive witch 'Viola,' must respectfully address her as "Sir."
A hero is an existence that transcends ordinary power.
