Inside the Archaic Hall, the communication continued. Wade Wu II stared deeply at Andrew Han through the screen, utterly unable to understand what Andrew could possibly have done to alarm the Archaic Hall’s top leaders.
Andrew Han shook his head. "Yeah... really, it’s nothing."
Every Human Ancient Kingdom has foreign races lurking within—Starry Sky Fiends, terrifying Nether Clan beings. No one knows how many epochs they've hidden; who dares claim that star‑sky communications are always secure?
In truth, he didn’t want to hide anything from Wade Wu II. Back at the Primordial Star Gate, Andrew had met Wade Wu II—a personal disciple of Supreme Ever‑Extinction and a peak Cosmic Eternal Realm cultivator on the Sealed Celestial Path. Wade had always looked after Andrew, occasionally offering guidance on cultivation difficulties.
So when faced with Wade Wu II’s confusion, Andrew didn’t want to brush him off.
But there was no way around it.
The Archaic Hall had issued an order: this was top‑secret—the unique identity of a Fate Rebel, which granted him the mystical ability to summon the River of Fate across space, relying on the support of all things in heaven and earth to stand alone against Eternal Star Fiends. This matter was entangled with the Fate‑Lord Shenro Clan.
If the Shenro Clan found out, the entire clan would hunt him down—he’d hardly have a chance to survive.
The time wasn’t right. He couldn’t reveal himself. Andrew sighed inwardly. Matters of life and death were no small thing—how could he casually tell anyone, no matter how deep the friendship?
"Lord Wade Wu II."
His mind spun, and Andrew rather stiffly changed the subject: "What about your fellow disciples?"
He was genuinely curious. Since Wade Wu II was one of Supreme Ever‑Extinction’s personal disciples, then his fellow disciples—other personal disciples of Supreme Ever‑Extinction—must surely have impressive realms.
Alright, alright.
Seeing Andrew unwilling to say more, Wade Wu II spread his hands in slight resignation and didn’t press further.
Yeah.
"My fellow disciples…" His burly face showed a trace of embarrassment and awkwardness. "Among the personal disciples of our Human Supremes, there aren’t many distinctions. We’re sorted by birth time and call each other senior or junior brother. I belong to the weakest batch of personal disciples."
What?
The weakest batch of personal disciples?
Andrew’s expression froze, unable to hide his shock. A peak Cosmic Eternal Realm cultivator could be considered weak? In this starry sky, at any time or place, the Cosmic Eternal Realm was an absolute powerhouse knocking on the gate of immortality.
Wade Wu II looked a bit melancholy. "Yes, I really am weak."