There was no major figure in Southvale Province who could compare to Andrew Han—this was no exaggeration. Across the entire province, only those on the Titled Sequence could be mentioned in the same breath as him.
Moreover—
Previously, the strongest Titled Sequence in Southvale Province belonged to the Pingli Sect, whose highest member was at the titled second-step Martial Lord Realm.
But after Andrew Han’s journey to the East Sea, he was temporarily ranked thirty-ninth, far surpassing the Pingli Sect’s Titled Sequence member, who was ranked seventy-sixth.
Andrew Han’s meteoric rise was bound to bring change to those around him—an unavoidable effect. For instance, Gu Yuanliang’s business kept booming, and Monica Zhang’s father, Roy Zhang, saw his company’s scale continually soar. Andrew was vaguely aware of these changes.
“I rarely rely on power or influence.”
“But now, somehow, I myself have become power.” Andrew Han mused quietly, unable to help but shake his head.
This was an indirect influence—when the tide rises, all boats rise with it; circumstances change with events.
Andrew Han didn’t mind these things.
As long as he walked upright and sat straight, so long as he didn’t become a shield for certain evildoers, he could hold his head high, with a clear conscience.
Across the table—
Monica Zhang waved her small hand, feigning fierceness: “What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and eat.”
“Oh, I was just thinking about why our Monica is so beautiful.” Andrew Han’s thoughts spun; across the steaming, extra-spicy crab pot, he smiled at the bright-eyed, radiant girl.
They had just ordered a crab pot—extra spicy, large portion.
“You’re getting more and more glib.” Monica Zhang tilted her head in mock annoyance, but the shy, pleased smile in her eyes and the happy curve at her lips betrayed her true feelings.
Her words said no,
but her body was honest.
Andrew Han had long since noticed every subtle detail, never hesitating to offer sincere praise—from the bottom of his heart, he believed that no girl in the world could compare to Monica.
“By the way—”
“Let’s be serious~ Let’s talk business.” Monica Zhang smiled sweetly. “My two older cousins finally got approved to travel abroad—they’re heading to Americonia for vacation. Why don’t we go abroad for a trip too?”
Going abroad?
Americonia?
Andrew Han paused, then said thoughtfully, "I can’t go abroad for now."
For ordinary people, international flights cruise at an altitude of about twenty thousand meters, which almost avoids Demons and Specters below the Law Realm. As for those comparable to the Law Realm, they rarely remain at high altitudes; because of the atmosphere and sunlight, rising to twenty thousand meters causes them some harm.
That’s exactly why.
Those comparable to the Law Realm would never harm themselves just for ordinary people.
But for Andrew Han to fly across the Pacific by plane would be extremely dangerous—countless Demons and Specters are eager to kill him.
As everyone knows.
Sinovera has Law Realm guardians. If Demons and Specters launch a major attack, they can stall and maneuver, then bring down the Law Realm at all costs.
But if you leave the country, the deep-sea, shallow-sea, and avian Demons in the Pacific will surely include some comparable to the Law Realm, who would attack even at the cost of injury.
Add Specters to the mix, and it’s nearly certain death.
Once a martial artist reaches the Martial Artist Realm, they are already restricted from leaving the country. For those above the Martial Lord Realm, going abroad is tantamount to suicide!
Especially for me.
I suspect the Specters bear a grudge; my departure would never escape their notice." Andrew Han sighed, feeling lost.
He used to envy those who could travel abroad.
Traveling abroad meant experiencing different cultures and seeing all kinds of scenery. But since advancing to the Martial Lord Realm, Andrew Han had learned many secrets.
For example, the Sakura Island Nation is actually a Specter kingdom. Americonia is divided into two regions: the North has submitted to Demons, sacrificing countless humans each year to maintain a semblance of stability.
Thinking it over.
Sinovera really is the best. Yes, there are corrupt officials and bullies, but at least we swear to never cede an inch of our land, to defend it to the death.
Thinking this, Andrew Han felt a surge of pride.