"When you came to the Sixth Valley, you did so in search of a place to develop your strength in safety," the Patriarch said. "A place where you could quietly study magic without the constant threat of enemies pursuing you."
Arran nodded. What the old man said was entirely correct — but then, he'd likely gleaned it from Arran's own memories.
"But when you saved my life, any chance of that was irretrievably lost," the Patriarch continued. "Every Elder in the Valley knows who you are, and before long, your fame will spread to the rest of the Valley. If you remain here, you will never have the quiet you seek — nor the safety."
Naturally, Arran had already come to this conclusion himself. By breaking through Elder Feng's formation in front of several dozens of Elders and Grandmasters, he had ensured that his face was engraved in the minds of all.
"So what do you suggest?" It was clear that the Patriarch had something in mind. He would not have called Arran otherwise.
