Theron's gentle smile was illuminated by the moonlight. Staring at this young man, Elder Lyrah couldn't help but see small bits of her younger self. Somehow, she was certain Theron also didn't have any real backing.
In addition, now that she was here, she was also certain that Theron was no Demon Chosen like some rumors had claimed. Her senses as someone so close to the Dome of Heaven Realm weren't something the Nightingale Sect Ascended Realm experts could compete against.
The Demon Corps were Blood Mancers, and that scent was especially strong beneath the moon. While someone at her cultivation level would be able to hide this from her, a Silver Mancer—no matter how powerful—couldn't possibly.
And maybe the one thing stopping her from acting rashly was that despite how crude Theron's words were, and how he spoke of warming beds…
There was no such smell in the air.
