The Cultivator's Revenge
The tea was of the highest quality, leaving a calming warmth in his throat.
"I agree, Elder," Rayden replied calmly. "But sometimes, weeds thrive not because they are malevolent, but because the old trees in the garden have become rotten. They no longer provide nutrients to the soil, only casting dark shadows that block the sun, leaving the ground beneath them foul and barren."
The Elder's eyes glinted for a moment. He let out a low laugh. "An interesting answer. You are indeed no ordinary young man."