The journey to the mountains felt very lonely. Although Yu Qingyu had four companions with him, they all ignored him… pretty much all of the time. In the five days it took them to reach the last human town before the elven territory, they collectively spoke three short sentences to him.
The people in the towns they stayed in were no better. Although some young women would occasionally glance at him and blush upon seeing his handsome face, no one would be willing to talk to him once they noticed his spiky ears hidden under the hood.
No one wanted to associate with a half-blood elf.
For someone like Yu Qingyu, who very much needed company and social interactions in order to thrive, it was particularly hurtful. He felt lonely, sad, and dejected, with no one but 520 to turn to…
