If I do not give, you cannot take.
......
Such a simple, understated statement, paired with Andrew Han's gentle demeanor, was like a deep thunder rolling from the heart of the starry sky, erupting into endless waves and stirring a vast storm that swept through the silent palace.
The projection flickered with ripples.
Andrew Han, dressed in a blue robe, smiled as he gazed at the woman in red.
Buzz!
Dan Booth felt his mind explode instantly.
Just hearing that statement, an infinite, domineering force surged forth, as if it were a declaration of detachment born from surviving life and death.
"My god." Dan Booth, clad in a gray robe, was utterly stunned. Only now did he realize he had never truly understood Andrew Han.
It made sense, upon reflection.
In the cosmic starry sky, strength is supreme.
This universal law applies equally within Chenriver Palace. Ruby Whitehorn, as a peak Starlight-tier elite, is the strongest White-Horn Human genius of the last decade.
She has always been the one who suppresses others.
Never before has she encountered such a thing.
"Do you realize..." Ruby Whitehorn's expression revealed a trace of restrained anger. She took a breath and slowly, solemnly sat upon the starlight-engraved dais at the center of her palace: "Do you realize... the price of angering me will be more than you can bear."
Inside the dim palace, only the projected images of Andrew Han and Ruby Whitehorn faced each other across the void.
Dan Booth, in gray robes, stood motionless behind the projection, his face pale. Andrew Han could not see him, nor did he know Dan was desperately trying to warn him.
Andrew Han smiled, finding the situation amusing. "I have no idea," he replied.
This is bad.
Dan Booth's expression shifted slightly.
"Andrew Han, I am Ruby Whitehorn." The woman in red stated her name, rising calmly to her feet. Her delicate brows sparkled with a faint flash of lightning. "Within Chenriver Palace, among the White-Horn Humans, I am the leader! You have defied my command. I will settle this with you in the future."
Andrew Han continued to smile politely in the projection: "Alright, I'll be waiting for you."
With that, she ended the conversation.
With a cold snort, the projection dissolved into scattered light.
The entire palace returned to silence, cold and clear... Dan Booth, his face pale, looked up at the massive starlight-engraved dais where Ruby Whitehorn had just sat. His soul trembled—this Fifth-Order Creation Light peak, Ruby Whitehorn, was truly enraged!
......
"Ruby Whitehorn?"
"What a strange White-Horn Human."
At that moment, a different feeling echoed within the palace. Andrew Han closed the book in his hands.
He finally understood the difference between the White-Horn Humans and the Pink-Skin Humans. Judging purely by temperament, the White-Horn Humans truly fell short.
The difference was not just in talent, but in character.
He respected higher cultivation realms like Fifth-Order Creation Light, but he did not revere them.
The only person he was ever willing to endure humiliation for was his master, Miles Ning.
Even Miles Ning was now an aging Law Realm cultivator who could no longer stand at the forefront.
For everyone else, especially arrogant strangers, his tolerance had its limits.
He recalled his master's lesson: the best way to deal with a threat is to kill it outright.
Chenriver Palace’s rules forbade internal slaughter, and as a newcomer he did not want to trigger large-scale political turmoil.
Nevertheless, his reply to Ruby Whitehorn was firm and non-negotiable; he would not kneel just to avoid trouble.
Instead, he returned to what he trusted most—cultivation.
In the empty dimness of his palace, lit only by twelve patterned pillars and a massive central seat, he sat cross-legged in mid-air.