Inside the living room.
The sweltering afternoon sunlight poured into the room through the window, adding a sense of oppressive heat. Plus, Miles Ning never turned on the air conditioner, making the living room stifling.
If an ordinary person were here, they would be drenched in sweat.
It wasn't just the oppressive temperature; it was also Miles Ning's sudden cold demeanor, as if a ferocious beast were glaring with merciless eyes.
"..."
Andrew Han slowly let out a breath.
Although he had no idea what madness his master was up to, he decided to remain cautious.
He believed he should uphold the virtue of respecting his master—not because of Miles Ning's temper, and certainly not because of his cruel punishments.
Yes.
That should be it.
How could he possibly submit to violence? That was never his style.
Andrew Han continued to ask, "The Three Realms of Martial Arts—do they encompass the entirety of martial arts? Then, Master, as a high-ranking Martial Lord, aren't you among the strongest practitioners in all of Sinovera?"
Heh.
Miles Ning let out a mocking laugh.
Andrew Han obediently sat in silence, refraining from further questions.
After a long pause, Miles Ning finally spoke coldly, "Foolish child. If Martial Lord were truly the highest limit of martial arts, do you think the Martial Arts World could continue to rule over the world as it does?"
Use your head.
In this era, technology is advancing rapidly. Modern weapons possess immense destructive power—chemical weapons, biological weapons, nuclear weapons are the most dominant. Sinovera has even developed electromagnetic laser weapons, and sonic technology is still in the research phase.
Crash.
Miles Ning leaned back on the sofa, curling his lip. "Unfortunately, these modern weapons have little effect on ghosts and monsters. They're far less effective than a martial artist's Internal Power."