Gandalf in the Green Robe, Teacher Yang the Peach Blossom Hero (Part 2)

Galadriel, Queen of the Elves and Lady of Silvermoon Woods, is basically the goddess of all Middle-earth. She’s got unmatched beauty, power, wisdom, and immortality—well, that’s the legendary, polished-up version. There are so many people who love to fantasize about her, probably more than there are orcs in Mordor. So naturally, her stories just keep getting more epic and outrageous.

But most of those legendary tales are actually pretty reliable. Elves generally live a long time, but in Middle-earth, Galadriel is the oldest of the old (and yes, there are other continents in the Lord of the Rings universe).

Just how old is she? Let me give you two examples. One: Aragorn’s clan is known for their long lifespans, but even his great-great-great-grandpa was a youngster compared to Galadriel. Two: Lord Elrond, the wise and powerful king of Goldenwood, is actually her super junior—and her son-in-law.

Now you can probably get a sense of just what kind of legendary figure she is.

But this goddess-level VIP, Galadriel, showed up to greet Teacher Yang the moment he stepped into Silvermoon Woods.

At that time, Teacher Yang and Rachel Luo had just come around the valley and entered the gate to Silvermoon Woods, only to see two neat rows of elves waiting there, like they’d been standing for ages.

Elves’ hair color depends on how noble their bloodline is: the more mixed and messy, the lower the status; the closer to white or gold, the purer and more prestigious. It’s super easy to tell. And these two rows of honor guards? Not a single low-rank elf in sight—every one of them is noble-blooded. Pretty intimidating, honestly.

Rachel Luo knew her master was a bit of an oddball—half clueless, doesn’t talk to strangers much—so she stepped up to thank them on his behalf. But before she could move, a flood of moonlight washed over her. It was like a chunk of the moon fell straight from the sky, filling her senses with an overwhelming presence. She froze, mind blank, couldn’t move, couldn’t look away, couldn’t say a word.

It wasn’t until Teacher Yang reached out to block her view that Rachel Luo snapped out of it, shaken to her core. Realizing she was way out of her league, she quickly lowered her eyes and focused her mind—felt a lot better after that.

The next moment, Galadriel—so perfect she hardly seemed human—stepped out gracefully from behind the honor guard, dressed in a flawless white gown. She ignored everyone else and, with a warm and joyful air, spoke to Teacher Yang: “I’ve lived through countless ages, but only recently did I learn how unpleasant waiting can be. Yet, the moment I saw you, I realized every second had been worth it.”

As soon as Galadriel said that, Rachel Luo’s eyes widened—she caught the hidden meaning. Even the well-trained elves couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their eyes and mouths. For these elegant, reserved folks, the Queen’s words were shockingly blunt and risqué. Suddenly, it felt like the so-called male ruler of Silvermoon Woods was looking a little... green around the edges.

But Teacher Yang himself seemed unfazed, just smiling lightly: “Sorry to keep you waiting. My apologies.”

The Elven Queen didn’t say anything more. She gazed at Teacher Yang with deep, quiet intensity for a moment, then turned and raised her hand in invitation. Rachel Luo snuck a glance—her fingers were like flawless white jade. Seriously, envy-inducing.

"Please."

"Please."

If you wrote up this meeting in an official history book, it’d definitely be described as "harmonious, friendly, enthusiastic, communicative, progressive"—because the rulers of Silvermoon Woods would never let anything scandalous slip into the records.

Honestly, ever since Jack Young led the Chosen Ones into Silvermoon Woods, aside from that one offhand comment by the Elven Queen at the start, nothing else was out of the ordinary. As the group headed toward Silvermoon City (yeah, that’s the simplified name), Jack Young and the Queen acted like leaders from allied nations—cordial but reserved.

They walked side by side, always keeping an arm’s length between them. Their conversation was slow and polite—you’re gracious, I’m reserved, nothing special at all. The whole scene gradually smoothed out the earlier awkward vibes, and the elves relaxed, feeling like their male leader’s green hat had magically disappeared.

The whole exchange stayed super tame, like that weird moment at the start had never even happened.

This meeting between Jack Young and the Elven Queen was all about bilateral talks—covering all sorts of topics, from music and art to culture and philosophy. Stuff human kings wouldn’t give a second thought to. But for Jack Young, these "soft subjects" were a big deal, because they’re essential for progress on the Supreme Spiritual Emotion Path.