Before Logan and the others could take their leave, three more figures arrived — the remaining family heads: Wei Zhong, Han Rui, and Shen Lian.
"Young Master, are you leaving already?" Shen Lian and Han Rui asked almost at the same time.
Logan gave a slight nod. "Yes. There are matters I must settle before I can help all of you ascend to the upper realm you've long awaited."
At his words, joy flickered across their faces. It was as if a long-held burden had finally begun to lift. Wei Zhong stepped forward and cupped his fists respectfully. "Then we wish you the best of luck on your journey, Young Master."
Logan returned the gesture with a calm nod before turning away. Without further delay, he set off. Lin Dao, Chianxu Long, Xiao Long, and Wansen Long — the eldest among them — followed closely behind.
From the corner of his eye, Wanabe glanced at Feng Dao, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
