Time was merciless, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.
At this moment, Eli's mental power was already at 420 points. On average, he could barely increase it by one point per year. This was the result of Eli's talent being considered not too bad.
In the past 30 years, the West Coast had been peaceful.
Eli participated in the silver Moon feast again, but unfortunately, he still didn't gain anything this time.
In any case, he had already resigned himself to his fate. He understood that it seemed like there was no hope of fishing for the elemental heart by relying on him alone. However, it was precisely because of this reason that a new idea came to Eli's mind.
He could sense that the effect of the element's heart on him might really be useless after a few more times. Since he couldn't fish them, he might as well catch them.
At worst, he would damage the silver Moon Lake.
It was worth it to improve his talent.
