Speaking of which...
After all these years of arduous cultivation...
He realized that he hadn't communicated much with his master, Miles Ning, for quite some time...
Originally, his mood had been rather good.
But suddenly, upon hearing Miles Ning speak in such a gentle, kind tone, Andrew Han instinctively felt a chill run down his spine, his hairs standing on end.
"?"
"Discuss what?"
Separated by countless light-years, Andrew Han looked at Miles Ning's oddly smiling face and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Master, has anyone ever told you that when you smile, it's really stiff and makes people nervous, like steel squeezing out toothpaste—so forced and awkward?"
Hearing this,
Miles Ning paused for a moment.
Sss.
He took a deep drag on his Zhonghua cigarette, burning down half the stick in an instant, the faint sound of tobacco crackling filling the air.
"Master," Andrew said helplessly, "We're on a cross-sector live video call—even if you smoke, it can't reach me. Besides, times have changed. Do you really think I'd still be afraid of you?"
Oh.
Miles Ning took another drag, finishing the entire Zhonghua cigarette.
Only the flickering glow was visible, as drifting black-red ash fell before Miles Ning, immediately igniting again.
"I've heard you're very good at fighting. As your master, I'm quite pleased."
In the firelight, clad in his familiar black leather jacket, Miles Ning smiled again.
Andrew couldn't help but roll his eyes, feeling a bit creeped out. "Master, what exactly do you want to discuss with me?"
"It's really nothing important," Miles Ning said lazily, extinguishing the flame. "Since you're so impatient, we'll talk when you get back. After all, I've already reached Void Rift peak—I can live a long time, so there's no rush."