Sighing, Zelsh replied, "Indeed, Oliver has a knack for soul arts…"
"And that's why you're adamant on supporting him?" asked Zrand. "Or does he make the perfect diversion for Kraz to inevitably surprise the competition? That's what I'd like to know. So, Oliver, please come forward and attack me."
Oli blinked with a closed mouth. He glanced at Zelsh, who did nothing in response. The young man was clueless about the stress and worry buried under Zelsh's poker face. So Oli stood up and slowly began walking toward the prefecture lord. Only after standing directly in front of Lord Zrand, within arm's reach of the most powerful cultivator Oli had ever met, did Oli pause for a deep breath.
"Don't worry. This isn't a test and you can't fail. It's just a simple demonstration of your cultivation. No consequences will befall you regardless of what happens," commented Lord Zrand, showing his kindness once again.
