Inside the grand hall of the Rajput-mansion...
"There seems to be a misunderstanding, Patriarch. I'm not a Cultivator…" Das replied with a serious look.
Patriarch Prathap Rajput and the old patriarch sat in disbelief as they stared at the man before them. Vikram Das stood firm, his posture unshaken despite their skeptical gazes.
"What? Are you telling the truth? This is not a joke, right, Master Vikram Das?" The old patriarch of the Rajput family narrowed his eyes, his voice filled with suspicion. "If you're not a cultivator, then how did you defeat that class-two old monk?"
Prathap Rajput nodded, his expression equally serious. "Yes… it's impossible for an ordinary person to defeat a cultivator. Mr. Vikram Das, please tell us the truth. If you don't want to reveal your identity, we won't press you, but at least assure us of where your strength comes from."
