What!?
Andrew Han almost felt a chill of dread.
Standing before the living room window, backlit by sunlight, Miles Ning took a slow drag from his cigarette and spoke with quiet gravity: "From the Martial Student Ranking Battle to the Dawn War, more than a few people have tried to uncover the true source of your fortune."
"Fortunately, I convinced them all with virtue."
"I spoke kindly and persuaded most to abandon their plans against you."
Most were dissuaded—but those who weren't... Andrew didn't need to ask; he already knew their fate.
He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
Miles Ning was always Miles Ning.
"I've already reached the Law Realm's threshold." Andrew rose, hands clasped behind his back, unconcerned about such matters. A barely perceptible fierceness flashed in his eyes: "With today's achievement, I, Andrew Han, fear no enemy."
Miles Ning scratched his wrinkled old face, clearly approving: "Eradicating every last foe is the true path. Only the dead save you time, effort, and worry."
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Andrew opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.
Bathed in the afternoon sunlight, standing in the familiar living room, Andrew felt as if he'd returned to the days when he first became a disciple—so vivid, so profound, impossible to forget.
"Sigh."
Miles Ning let out a long breath, turned to open the window, and gazed at the blue sky: "There are so many things I wish I could tell you, but on second thought, it's not necessary. That's enough for today. I'm tired—go now, and prepare for the coming war."
As his words faded, Miles Ning coughed twice.
His withered palm was once again stained red with blood.
"Master."
Andrew stood in silence for a moment.
"Don't rush to leave. Stay a little longer—maybe things will turn around... At least wait until you see me restore Green Mountain Sect, and reclaim its former glory."
His voice lingered in the living room as Andrew turned and left.
He no longer needed to hide his Law Realm-level strength. Though he hadn't truly entered the Law Realm yet and couldn't trigger the Calamity, it wasn't unheard of for a Law Realm True Person to linger a year or more before the Calamity descended... He wouldn't need a year; soon, he'd take that final step.
Bang.
The security door shut, and the living room grew even quieter.
Miles Ning's back hunched further, his face aged visibly, yet his gaze remained fixed on the blue sky, a trace of longing in his eyes. How he wished he could return to the satellites, to once again stride as a Venerable Saint.
But reality rarely matches our desires.
He was tired—so very tired. The oil in his lamp was nearly spent; soon, he would have nothing left to give.
"Kid."
"From here on, I can't help you... you'll have to walk the rest of the way alone." Miles Ning's wrinkled old face carried a gentle smile, no longer hiding anything, as he turned and returned to the sofa.
He lay down softly.
He pulled a thin blanket over himself.
He picked up the book lying beside him and began reading with quiet interest.
The book's cover was simple, its title clear: 'Lonely or Happy—An Elderly Psychological Health Guide.'
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Meanwhile, the news of the crimson cloud vortex over Riverford surged to the top of Weibo's trending list, with countless curious citizens across the nation buzzing with excitement.
"What's up with those red clouds over Riverford?"
"There really are immortals and immortal arts in this world. Let me tell you a secret—my coworker's ex-boyfriend's roommate's relative actually ran into a ghost once."
Everyone was talking about it.
On WeChat, QQ, and other apps, images of the red clouds filling the sky were everywhere, hailed as a miraculous spectacle.
But those who truly understood the situation—the Martial Arts World of Sinovera—felt as if a bolt of lightning had split the sky, plunging everything into silence and freezing every gaze.
In fact—
The news even reached the satellites, drawing the attention of a select few Law Realm beings.
As one of the Martial Arts Alliance's elders, Shawn Xiao was the first to dial Andrew Han's number: "Titled Sequence prodigy Andrew Han, forgive my boldness, but is that red cloud phenomenon related to you?"
On the other end of the line—
A clear laugh rang out. Andrew Han replied calmly, "Actually, the diameter of the red cloud vortex is less than a kilometer. It's just an accidental spectacle I caused... By the way, from now on, you may call me—True Person Han."
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Martial Arts Alliance Elders' Council Hall.
In the elegantly spacious hall, seventeen Alliance elders sat in stunned silence, all eyes fixed on the bald, burly Shawn Xiao.
To be precise—
The elders weren't watching Shawn Xiao himself, but rather his phone, listening intently to Andrew Han's voice through the receiver.
Though the call wasn't on speaker and the voice was faint, ordinary people couldn't hear a thing. But every elder present was at least a third-step Martial Lord, able to listen in across a kilometer.
Gulp.
Shawn Xiao swallowed hard and hung up.
He rubbed his smooth bald head, hesitated for a long moment, and finally broke the silence in the council hall: "Andrew Han told me he might have... accidentally become Law Realm."
The other elders were speechless.
They'd all heard it already—there was no need for Shawn Xiao to repeat it. But Andrew Han's ascension to Law Realm should have triggered a Calamity, yet the Southvale meteorological bureau had detected nothing.
"Ahem."
Elder Huang's expression shifted several times before settling into a bitter smile: "It's normal for the Calamity to arrive late... The real shame is how we once denied Andrew Han's methods. Now, looking back, it's almost painful to recall—we truly feel ashamed."
They were still Alliance elders, still third-step Martial Lords.
But Andrew Han kept advancing, leaving them behind, now standing alone at the summit.
In the end, the elders could only sigh, their hearts heavy with regret and admiration.