After Zhao Hai sat down, he felt countless gazes on his back. Some of them were very hostile, and some were even filled with disgust.
Zhao Hai knew very well why these people were looking at him like that. He was a human and a black magician. Either of these two identities was enough to make these elves look at him like that.
There was no need to mention the humans. The elves probably hated the humans even more than the gods. After all, the hatred between the gods and the elves had been in the past for too long. Even if the elves had a longer lifespan than the humans, it was impossible for them to live for more than 10000 years, let alone remember what had happened tens of thousands of years ago.
On the other hand, the hatred between the elves and the human race had just passed, or even happened within 1000 years. Some elves could live to 1000 years old, so they had always remembered their hatred for the human race.
