Greenfield City, on the urban outskirts.
On the thirty-sixth floor of Imperial Crown Plaza, inside an office both simple and exquisitely refined.
Creak.
A black leather office chair turned, emitting a soft noise.
A middle-aged man in coarse hemp robes stood with his hands behind his back. His broad back and skin gleamed like jade, radiating a clear, luminous glow.
At a glance, it was clear he was no ordinary person.
He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, right palm slowly pressing against the dark glass. His eyes began to shimmer with pale violet light, like brilliant fluorescence, gazing toward the direction of Southland University.
"I understand your meaning."
"Andrew Han... he is your disciple. As long as I am here, history will not repeat itself."
With a soft sigh, mystical violet light gradually filled the office, swirling and drifting like tangible clouds, floating overhead and saturating the room.
It was a scene beyond imagination.
But the floor-to-ceiling windows were coated with privacy film, so no one could see inside.
...
At Southland University, outside the Athletics Hall.
A dozen or so Martial Arts Program Students, having finished entrance sparring, gathered quietly at the doorway, waiting for the other students to leave before beginning their martial training.
This was Carter Yan's order; no one dared ignore it.
Those standing here were Martial Arts Program Students,
Seven were Third Rank, four were Second Rank, but only Kevin Lin was First Rank.
As a Second Rank student, Lily Zhao felt a weight on her mind. She thought to herself, "Only today did I learn that during the afternoon of the Martial Arts Entrance Exam, there were actually two Second Rank students taking the test."
She felt the pressure, her face pale as she coughed twice.