Inside the sweltering living room.
"Third Rank?"
Today is July 30th... Andrew Han’s heart rippled, like the plucking of a zither string, a mix of excitement and unease bubbling up inside him as if pearls dropped onto a jade plate.
Beside him.
Miles Ning sat on the sofa.
"Hm?"
A flicker of confusion crossed that wrinkled old face; he frowned and asked, "Your mood is fluctuating wildly—what happened?"
Andrew froze at those words.
It was truly rare for his master to show concern for others.
"Forget it." Miles Ning waved his hand, a trace of wistfulness appearing on his usually cold face. "You’re able to kill Great Demons now; you’re already close to a true titled third-step Martial Lord. Next month, I’ll make time to pass you the position of Green Mountain Sect Master."
Up to this moment, Andrew Han remained a disciple.
Because Miles Ning hadn’t had time to formally grant Andrew the position of Green Mountain Sect elder—and since Andrew’s strength already matched that of a Sect Master—he was simply appointed as Sect Master directly.
"Sect Master of Green Mountain Sect?"
Andrew looked surprised; he had never imagined becoming a Sect Master.
Miles Ning glanced at Andrew, paused for a moment, and said mildly, "It’s just a symbol. You don’t need to bother with recruiting disciples or anything like that. Just focus on your martial cultivation."
"Alright."
Andrew nodded thoughtfully, cupped his hands in farewell, and turned to leave. His previously clear mind now gave rise to a faint thread of doubt.
First was the matter of Michael Lee: just what level of Great-Class Specter was the World Research Organization hiding, why had it threatened Michael, and what did it want?
Next, was Professor Victor Zhou—the old scientist—still alive?
And finally, Elder Jin Qiyu, who had once selflessly helped him, seemed to be hiding something as well.