Amari shook his head. “No, that still won’t work. Mr. Lloyd Senior might be one of the most remarkable men alive, but the people who want him dead aren’t limited to those within Holtrien.

“Down south, there’s the Crimson Flame Cult and the native tribes. Up north, it’s even worse… Countless agents from foreign nations are just waiting for a chance to destroy him. And to the east, things get even messier.

“Sorya, Eastonia, and even Mirelan all consider Mr. Lloyd Senior as a thorn in their side. The fact that he’s survived this long is already a miracle. There’s no way he could come back here just so you can rely on him.”

Andrew waved his hand dismissively. “You don’t need to worry about that. His specialty is not being afraid of having too many enemies. Otherwise, what would be the point of his reputation as invincible? Julius may have cultivated himself to the peak of martial arts, but compared to my dad, I’d say he still needs more practice.”

Amari’s mouth twitched, and he looked like he wanted to say something but held back. He desperately wanted to ask whether Andrew felt any shame when bragging about his father like that.

On the side, Brielle frowned, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Andrew, are you saying Reginald is also a martial god?”

Andrew shook his head. “No, he’s surpassed it.”

Brielle was stunned and blurted out, “What? He’s surpassed it? Are you saying…”

Her voice suddenly rose, and even the purple veil covering her face fluttered twice from her sharp intake of breath.

Amari could not believe what he was hearing and let out a nervous laugh. “Andrew, you’d better not be exaggerating. What does ‘surpassing martial god‘ even mean? That he’s become immortal?”

Andrew’s response was matter-of-fact. “Surpassing martial god means he’s now capable of killing martial gods. As for what realm that actually is or whether he’s achieved immortality, I honestly don’t know.”

Brielle pressed him urgently. “How do you know Reginald has surpassed the martial god realm? As far as I know, you two can’t communicate directly with each other, right? And besides, there’s no such thing as achieving immortality in this world, so stop messing around with me.”

Andrew simply shrugged. “Sheena told me… And also, intuition.”

Brielle laughed in exasperation. “Intuition? You’re a grown man relying on intuition?”

Andrew nodded calmly, “That’s right, it’s just this peculiar feeling I have. I’ve been in Chetvine for a while now, though not that long, but Madam Baxter, why do you think the major families and other powerful players haven’t made a direct move against me yet?”

Brielle’s visible eyes flickered with uncertainty as she pondered his question. Finally, she exhaled slowly. “It’s because of Reginald, who’s lurking somewhere in the world, isn’t it? He controls the major powers throughout Chetvine solely with his reputation. If anyone touches you, they’ll face his devastating wrath.

“That’s why even the families with Martial Gods backing them have chosen to remain silent and wait things out. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

Andrew smiled nonchalantly. “More or less, yeah. But there’s also the Lloyd family’s royal status as a factor, and let’s not forget that I’m not exactly a pushover myself. Countless people want me dead, but there’s one critical question they all need to consider before making their move: will they die, or will I? They need to think very carefully about that.”

Brielle let out a long, weary sigh. “I truly don’t know if the Lloyd royal family is blessed or cursed to have Reginald and you. Anyway, it’s time for you two to leave. Especially you, Andrew. Promise me you won’t be so reckless until you’ve reached the rank of martial god. If anything were to happen to you, I would consider it a profound loss.”