Lio Han observed Kyrian.
Elder Sun crossed his arms, his fingers drumming against his forearm, a nervous habit.
The question had no recorded answer. In fact... no one knew. Not even Elder Wei himself. It was a hypothesis. A possibility.
A question created to evaluate reasoning. Not knowledge.
Kyrian remained thoughtful for a few seconds.
'Three materials. All related to the soul. But in different ways.'
'Stabilization. Strengthening. Nourishment. They are not contradictory. They are complementary.'
'But...'
A few seconds. Only a few seconds. Then, he answered.
"Yes."
The three elders froze.
"Yes?" Elder Wei asked, his voice coming out louder than intended, carrying a tone of disbelief.
Kyrian nodded, a calm, confident motion.
"But not directly."
Now the entire room's attention was focused on him. Three pairs of eyes. All waiting.
"The problem lies with the Dream Mist Root."
