"What grudge do you have with the Pink-Skin Humans?"
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As soon as the interstellar call connected, Suweng abruptly posed this question. The suddenness of it left Andrew Han momentarily stunned.
What grudge? Pink-Skin Humans?
No grudge, no enmity—why would you say that?
In a flash, Andrew instinctively pondered, and also subconsciously shook his head.
Everyone knows—when he first entered Chenriver Palace, the Pink-Skin Humans didn’t deliberately target or suppress him. Sen, representing the Pink-Skin Humans, even approached him in public and offered a promise.
So.
Andrew assumed Suweng had simply misspoken.
But seeing Suweng’s grave expression on the call screen, Andrew’s heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly frowned and asked, “Did something happen?”
“I’m not sure either. Lately, the Pink-Skin Humans have been acting strangely—almost as if they’re targeting you.” Suweng frowned at Andrew, utterly puzzled.
The Chenriver Empire—how vast it is!
As one of the seven great powers, the Pink-Skin Humans control the empire’s Western Region. Their core Starlight-tier clansmen are countless, and even Stellar Palace-tier experts number in the hundreds. This is a behemoth with countless eras of heritage—its foundation is unfathomably deep!
Even ordinary Void Rift-tier wanderers must show respect to the Pink-Skin Humans.
So here’s the question.
Why would such a powerful Pink-Skin Human race go out of their way to target Andrew Han? Suweng’s brows were knit with shock and uncertainty.
"What?"
Andrew took a deep breath, finding it hard to believe.
He thought Suweng was referring to the Pink-Skin Human geniuses in Chenriver Palace, but never imagined it was the Pink-Skin Humans who ruled the empire’s Western Region.
That was truly terrifying.
It was simply unbelievable.
The cultivation geniuses of Chenriver Palace and the Pink-Skin Humans who dominate the empire are worlds apart—belonging to entirely different levels.
And he himself was merely a Starlight-tier cultivation genius.
With such strength, it was impossible to provoke the Pink-Skin Humans—like the vast gulf between an ordinary person and a primordial wild beast.
Impossible. It shouldn’t be like this.
Where did things go wrong?
Could it be that the Mo-Tai Legacy was exposed, or that the existence of the intelligent core Bailey drew covetous eyes? These were the only two possibilities Andrew could imagine.
Immediately after.
He shook his head—both possibilities were ruled out.
Ever since entering the starry sky, Andrew had strictly restrained himself—forsaking the freedom to roam, the urge to explore, even everything except cultivation.
For what? For absolute safety.
He lived as if walking on thin ice, immersing himself in cultivation. In such a state, it was almost impossible to court trouble, let alone encounter any real danger.
Andrew knew well—without enough strength, wandering meant courting death, aimless roaming was suicide, and a life not careful or patient in cultivation would pay the price sooner or later. But in caution and lonely endurance, Andrew believed he had succeeded.
If that was so, why would the Pink-Skin Humans…
It shouldn’t be like this.
Andrew simply couldn’t understand.
Yet the call screen was crystal clear, and Suweng’s deep voice kept summarizing the Pink-Skin Humans’ recent abnormal activity, causing Andrew’s heart to sink bit by bit.
The sound echoed through the warp engine’s control core.
Andrew’s face was grim, his eyes narrowed.
The cultivation geniuses of Chenriver Palace were no problem—his strength was enough to surpass them all. But when facing the Pink-Skin Humans, he was as insignificant as an ant, like a titled three-step Martial Lord confronting the entire Martial Arts World.