In the living room, in front of the security door.
An aged voice filled with laughter sounded from outside the door: "Good disciple, open up, your master has come to see you."
???
Andrew Han's eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled two steps backward.
Master? How did he find this place? What does he want? No, I can't let him in! If this lunatic goes crazy, how could I possibly stop him?
But.
What could he do? He truly felt hopeless!
Faced with such a master, if he didn't open the door, who knew what would happen next? This thin iron door was probably nothing but a flimsy barrier to Master.
Andrew Han swallowed hard, stepped forward, and opened the security door.
Master.
Andrew Han stood at the doorway, his voice low and tinged with respect, yet his feet were planted like cement pillars in front of the security door, eyes fixed intently on the smiling Miles Ning.
Strictly speaking, Andrew Han and Miles Ning were not true master and disciple. Miles Ning was driven purely by his own obsession—it was more a relationship of mutual benefit.
He felt both resentment and gratitude.
The Solar Pillar Stance, the Complete Solar Pillar Manual, the help in resolving the Jack Wu incident, the martial arts guidance, and the opportunity to enter the martial arts world, pointing him toward a clear and reasonable path... these were undeniable.
But no matter what, no one was allowed to destroy the things he cherished.
No one.
Miles Ning glanced at Andrew Han and smiled lightly, "Relax, relax."
Huh?
Andrew Han was stunned by these words... because he finally noticed that his master was not wearing the old black leather coat, but had changed into a formal suit.
The crisp, refined suit made him appear very elegant, even a bit solemn.