Hiztor wasn't sure how to respond to so many various comments. He and his family were adamant to do everything to retain their territory's status. But Hiztor wasn't able to speak against his king's warning. "... So your name's Oliver?"
"Yeah."
"And your last name?"
"Don't have one," stated Oli, confusing most people. "I'm a nomad that lost my parents before I moved to Trighton City to eventually meet Master Rhyner and then Master Zelsh… What? Do I need a last name to be a strong cultivator?"
Sighing, Hiztor nodded slowly, "No, but that means you have no clan or real backer apart from the mercy of stronger cultivators?"
All eyes on Hiztor widened as he kept verbally pushing back despite his king's warning.
