Southland University, beneath the shade of the trees.
The hot wind drifted gently, and the air was heavy and oppressive.
"Above Martial Lord?" Andrew Han frowned, watching Kevin Lin's figure disappear at the end of the path, a strange sense of speechlessness rising within him.
If it were someone else, it would be understandable.
But last week, he had visited Su Stele Sect and sparred with sect master Quentin Su a couple of times—Quentin was clearly at the titled first-step Martial Lord realm... Not to mention, according to the Titled Sequence, Quentin Su is ranked 149th.
While he himself is ranked 98th.
Andrew Han frowned again, then suddenly understood: "In recent years, titled Martial Lords have rarely appeared in public; they're all in seclusion, cultivating and striving for the Law Realm."
For ordinary martial artists, especially First-Rank Martial Arts students like Kevin Lin, they probably don't even know that above high-tier Martial Lord there is the titled three-step Martial Lord realm.
After all.
The titled Martial Lord realm is actually somewhat like an intermediate stage between the three Martial Arts realms and the Law Realm.
Ahem.
Quentin Su probably doesn't know he's being treated as a mysterious existence above Martial Lord. Andrew Han's expression was complicated, caught between laughter and tears.
Above Martial Lord specifically refers to the Law Realm!
Only those who have reached the Law Realm can truly be called above Martial Lord!
Kevin Lin, my friend, I really don't know what to say about you." Andrew Han shook his head, laughing, and headed toward the girls' dormitory to meet Monica Zhang.
Knowledge is power, studying is exemplary—
The ancients did not deceive me.
Andrew Han sighed twice and quietly waited at the entrance to the dormitory.
After spending so much time together, he had summarized a few rules—girls usually need about twenty minutes to pack their things. If they need to wash up and dress up, add another twenty minutes.
However.