Chapter 142: Final Sacrificial Refining

By now, Anton had long since become the standard-bearer for the Silver Moon Clan.

A standard-bearer, leading the Clan forward.

In the hearts of the young Elves, he was the embodiment of hope.

It was because of him that the Clan had risen from its former decline to its current strength.

In the hearts of the elder Elves, he carried even more weight.

They had lived through the Clan's darkest years and watched with their own eyes as Anton single-handedly turned the Clan's fate around, pulling it from the mire and helping it grow strong.

In the eyes of the clansmen, Anton's status was no less than that of the Elder Council.

"I just came to take a look. You can carry on with your work."

Anton gave the guards a slight nod and left without breaking his stride.

Only after Anton's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor did the group of Elf Guards finally relax, their faces showing uncontrollable excitement.

"I never expected Lord Anton to be so approachable."