He let out a rumbling laugh, unexpected and loud, before he finally spoke.
"Strength is the only real virtue in this world. My parents died because they were weak. My brothers were killed because they had no strength to protect themselves."
He spoke with a voice filled with both bitterness and devotion.
"For years, the sect clung to its tradition and scraps of power to grow stronger."
Hearing his words, the cultivators' breathing halted.
Some gripped the edge of their robes tightly, while others darted their eyes in silence, fear and uneasiness creeping towards them.
They had all experienced what Noa's rice could do.
They had also heard stories from the elite strike force members, who described everything about Noa as if he had been some kind of otherworldly immortal.
According to them, every product he had for sale went beyond human comprehension.
One of them whispered between her shallow breaths, "There is no way he will accept it… No, he can't accept it."
