The residential complex was especially quiet in the early morning.
No one was around; only two or three birds perched on tree branches, singing softly.
"Disciple."
Miles Ning took a drag on his cigarette, his wrinkled old face tinged with confusion. "Your gaze seems a bit off today. Are you looking down on your master?"
After all, he was once Law‑Realm.
Even if his former Saintly prestige had faded away, and he had fallen to mortal dust for twenty‑two years, his essence remained extraordinary. At least in terms of perception, he was slightly stronger than a titled third‑step Martial Lord.
Across from him.
Bathed in the newborn sunlight, Andrew Han’s face seemed radiant and resolute. "Not at all, Master, you’re overthinking it."
Respecting one’s teacher and valuing the Dao is a virtue!
Although it was still early morning and the residents had yet to wake—only a couple of cats and dogs around—if the two of them started a fierce battle here, the entire kilometer radius would likely be reduced to ruins.
A whole kilometer!
If you calculate the diameter of a circle, that’s two thousand meters... The whole complex probably isn’t even two kilometers across. After all, this is their home in Riverford, not a small house in Jiangnan.
So.
Andrew refused to admit his true thoughts. Besides, in this era, no one believes you if you speak honestly. "Anything else, Master? If not, I’d like to catch up on some sleep."
"Heh, you still need sleep?" Miles Ning let out three cold chuckles.
A look of suspicion flashed across his wrinkled face, his cloudy eyes flickering several times. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Andrew Han was somehow different from before.
But exactly what had changed—
He couldn’t quite tell.
"Hmph. An upper Martial Lord doesn’t need sleep." Miles Ning frowned, continuing, "Now that you’ve reached the martial arts peak, you should adapt to its habits. Why bother sleeping? Better use that time to train."
"Yes, yes, Master, you’re absolutely right." Andrew replied with convincing sincerity.
Yet despite all that, a faint feeling lingered deep inside—standing before him, his master no longer had that old ferocity and intimidating presence. It was as if he’d gone from a fierce tiger to a feeble housecat.
Huh?
Wait a minute.
Describing his master Miles Ning as a weak little housecat—wasn’t that a bit much? Too disrespectful. Maybe raise it a notch... a big! house! cat!
A thousand thoughts flashed through Andrew’s mind, but his expression remained unchanged. He respectfully called out, "Master?"
"Hmph."
Miles Ning’s eyes flashed with a faint light. After a moment’s hesitation, he shook his head, deciding not to bother with his suddenly odd disciple today.
He had other things to do—like reading, cultivating virtue, and vowing to be a good person.
Behind them.
Andrew stood quietly, silently watching Miles Ning’s black-clad figure.
His gaze, clear as mist, first landed on Miles Ning’s shoulders, then his back, and finally his legs... If only he could grab him and hurl him around—how exhilarating that would be. Just thinking about it was a little exciting (╯▽╰)
A gentle breeze stirred, sunlight streaming from the east.
"Woof woof."
Two puppies chased each other, darting across the brick path in front of Andrew Han... Andrew straightened his back, standing tall like a towering mountain, his presence dominating the world, gazing out over all lands.
"Master."
Andrew Han clasped his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as he contemplated his newly awakened magma-state Internal Power.
From this moment on, twenty years of his life would shatter the Ning-Moli Law and forge the Andrew Han Law. No longer would he endure humiliation and bear burdens, nor would he lie in wait—
Just then, Miles Ning suddenly turned around.
"Master!" Andrew immediately cupped his hands and called out loudly, "Those shoes of yours are nice—must be made from top-quality fabric."
"Hmph."