"What kind of creatures?" I ask.

"We cannot speak, because we do not see." The old man asks.

"See them?" I ask.

"The secrets of the forest run deep and cold." The old man bites his tongue.

I glance nervously at Lan Zhan. His eyes narrow.

"Why are you telling us this?" Lan Zhan asks.

That was probably not the way I would've asked, but the question has racked my mind. I let out a breath. He sighs and grabs the bowl in front of me. I grab Lan Zhan's hand because he was starting to flinch, and I can feel his anger in his eyes.

"I see a young man's turmoil burning in your heart." He pokes my chest.

I look down. I grip my chest. I hate to agree, but he had a point. I've been in a battle for a long time now. Lan Zhan glares profusely. He almost stands up. I put my hand in front of him before he does some damage to him. 

"I see rage and destruction." He says.

I roll my eyes.

"So what?" I ask.

"Just be careful young man, creatures in the darkness are drawn to that very torment." He turns.