At the manor gate.
Tyra Tai's expression changed slightly, a trace of sorrow and understanding surfacing in her eyes.
Ever since the full-scale invasion of Demons and Specters, she had heard nothing of Ms. Lee, and an ominous premonition had begun to take root—one she was unwilling, unable, and afraid to believe.
Tyra Tai remembered Ms. Lee's secret words from before.
‘Tyra... if a young man in his twenties ever comes to you as my friend, it means I am already gone.’
‘Live. Live well.’
‘In this life, I have lived up to my country, lived up to all humanity, but I have failed you alone.’
She could not forget.
She would never forget... Tyra Tai felt a stabbing pain in her heart, clutching her chest as dizziness overtook her and waves of grief drowned her mind.
In truth, she still didn't know about Ms. Lee's symbolic grave.
After all, Ms. Lee was a benefactor to all Law‑Realm guardians and made immense contributions to humanity. Even after death, her status remained extremely high—ordinary people were not qualified to know the details.
Therefore—
As a Law‑Realm guardian, Andrew Han knew immediately. For someone like Tyra, unless the Martial Arts World issued an official announcement, she might never learn what became of Ms. Lee.
"Sigh."
Andrew Han let out a quiet sigh.
No matter what, the honors Ms. Lee deserved would be fully implemented by the Martial Arts World—he would see to it personally. After all, it was only right. Thinking this, Andrew Han studied Tyra Tai.
Morning sunlight shone down, winter winds howled, and the manor gate was cold and deserted—only the guard at the entrance, cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced over from time to time.
"Mm."
Andrew Han's eyes shimmered with flowing light, like brilliant meteors.
The Inspiration of the Martial Arts Three Realms had now evolved into Law‑Realm Consciousness Power.