Lavender shivered as she gazed up a Lirian, from the moment she laid her eyes upon him he remained unmoved.
Aside from his attack on Conner and when he turned his head to face them, he remained perfectly still as if he was merely resting on the branch, and his words were him simply informing them of his thoughts.
For a second the thought of the silver haired man being a prophet, or an oracle crossed her mind, since he was speaking of things that he claimed were meant to occur, but she quickly shook her head to rid herself of that thought.
Prophets and Oracles had trouble cultivating their centres of power, even if they were successful in cultivation, they were extremely weak when compared to other cultivators, abysmally weak if she was being honest.
But then the man before her was unbelievably powerful, she had already seen what he could do for herself.
