In the living room, on a pale-colored sofa, Andrew Han slowly rose to his feet.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the crystal-clear windows, filling every corner of the living room. The air was fresh and pure, underscoring the atmosphere of uncertainty in this moment.
"Brother, go ahead and take care of your business."
Lucy Han wiggled her little head and quietly retreated step by step into her bedroom, sneaking glances at her brother Andrew Han with the corner of her eye. Her sparkling eyes twinkled with lively curiosity.
How could she not understand? She understood everything.
She watched as her brother Andrew Han walked toward the doorway, rising to greet those waiting outside.
“╭(╯^╰)╮”
“These people look so bitter and troubled—they must be here to ask my brother for help.” Lucy Han bit her soft pink lip, quietly closing the wooden bedroom door and leaving just a tiny crack to eavesdrop. “No wonder Grandpa Ning always tells me over and over: keep a low profile, don’t show off when you have nothing better to do.”
Showing off in front of others is a polite way to put it; in everyday terms, it’s just flaunting, boasting, being excessively high-profile.
As for keeping a low profile, it means staying humble and hidden in the shadows—either living peacefully or waiting for a truly earth-shattering moment to erupt. Miles Ning embodies this perfectly.
Of all the living beings on Earth, aside from herself and Monica Zhang, not even the restructured New Martial Arts Alliance or the World Alliance of nations knows the terrifying power Miles Ning possesses—a presence that indirectly commands a star, a true Sealed Celestial who rules the entire solar system.
To him, destroying planets...
...collapsing the vacuum of space...
...are nothing but routine matters, accomplished with a single thought.
“But still...”
“Shouldn’t master and disciple be alike?” Lucy Han rubbed her round cheeks. “I always feel that Grandpa Ning and my brother have completely opposite outlooks and ways of handling things. If it were my brother, he probably wouldn’t hide so deeply.”
That’s more or less the truth.
All these years, through countless sunrises and sunsets, not a soul has known that Miles Ning is a Sealed Celestial cultivator.
Maybe it’s because Miles Ning died once and gained new insight into life.
Or maybe it’s simply that the Sealed Celestial Path is so overwhelmingly powerful—Miles Ning stands above the mundane world, unwilling to argue over trivial matters.
Thanks to the lingering deterrence of Green Mountain Sect's Andrew Han, no one dares to deliberately come looking for trouble... Even if some schemer managed to evade the star-sky technology weapons Andrew left behind, how could they possibly withstand the overwhelming might of Miles Ning?
Even from afar, standing on a distant star, Miles Ning could easily seize the entire planet Earth with a single palm.
He cares nothing for good or evil, strength or weakness—if you are unfortunate enough to provoke Miles Ning, your grave will be the only thing left, and the weeds atop it will grow endlessly high.
"Hmm-hmm."
Lucy Han leaned against the solid wooden doorframe, her dark eyes sparkling with mischievous intelligence.
"All these people are here to visit my brother."
"They must have come to ask for something again... It’s definitely because the New Martial Arts Alliance Policies have made them indignant, and now they hope my brother will step in personally to handle it." Lucy gently tucked a strand of gleaming hair behind her ear, her delicate face showing clear displeasure.
After a childhood shaped by Miles Ning’s style of education,
she has always despised intrigue and scheming—if force solves the problem, why bother with words? Especially now, with the New Martial Arts Alliance’s monopolistic policies cutting off all upward paths for ordinary people.
Changes in the external environment have dictated adjustments in internal needs.
With the Demon-and-Specter Era now fully ended, disasters and calamities are gone for good, and the Star-Sky Era has opened a brand-new chapter.
Now that external crises have vanished, all threats have collapsed, and the Chenriver Empire is providing scientific and technological aid to help Earth develop, many people dissatisfied with the status quo have begun to seek greater benefits—these are the first signs of internal disputes on Earth.
"Grandpa Ning would never bother with such trivial matters."
"But..."
Lucy pursed her lips, and as the current situation grew ever more turbulent, she couldn’t help but think that if Miles Ning ever grew impatient, he might simply reach out across the void and wipe away all the chaos with a single palm.
Thinking of this,
she couldn’t help but secretly smile, humming a little tune as she tapped her fingers on the doorframe. "There wouldn’t have been any trouble, really—if only you hadn’t stirred up such a commotion, Brother."
Just look at it.
A cyan light wheel rose into outer space.
An unprecedented, earth-shaking spectacle—the faint sounds spread across every corner of the planet, inevitably stirring up massive unrest. In the blink of an eye, it overturned almost everyone’s previous understanding of Andrew Han; such an outcome was only to be expected.