"The rumors we heard stated that a large man, as tall as a house, lived in this forest, cutting lumber. The rumors also stated that you weren't a cultivator, and that your wife was hopelessly weak, yet she was still accepted into the sect." The Hermit smiled, "I refused to believe that a man of your size could be anything but special. Otherwise, the great noble clans would've killed your wife and dragged you into the families to enrich their bloodline."
He leaned forward. "The fact no one was able to do that was all that I needed to know that you were either extremely powerful, or already had the backing of one of the Elders."
Arad crossed his arms. "You came here fully believing that I was strong, so why did you believe that?"
