Time passed, and three or four days went by.
With about a week left before the start of school, Andrew Han felt neither nervous nor expectant—instead, there was a faint sense of reluctance.
Once he arrived at Southland University, it would be hard to see Xiaoqian every day.
In fact—
If not for Miles Ning’s demands over the past two days, and if not for his parents’ deep hopes, Andrew would almost rather not go to Southland University for now.
After all, he was already a member of the Martial Arts World.
Even at university, his main focus would be martial training, with occasional missions to sharpen his Inspiration and master the five new techniques.
On the martial path, shutting oneself away is never the answer.
Without weathering hardship, it’s impossible to forge a truly sharp blade.
Moreover, the true meaning of martial arts is completely different from what’s found online. Martial arts were created to deal with monsters and specters—not for fitness, nor for cultivating character, but as a pure and ruthless art of killing.
Martial arts that can’t kill monsters or specters are meaningless.
......
Inside the bedroom.
Hoo—
Andrew Han exhaled, letting go of the Solar Pillar Stance.
Although it was already late August, the outside world was still blazing hot, like a giant steamer enveloping all of Riverdale.
He walked over to the desk, then pulled out two or three tissues to wipe away his sweat.
"The effects of the Solar Pillar Stance are growing weaker."
"And merging with the Graywhite Aura hasn’t helped the fusion at all. Still, even with things as they are, my training efficiency is far ahead of an ordinary First Rank."
The Complete Solar Pillar Manual really is no match for the Mountain-Sketch Pillar Stance.