Perk Dao clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
Yet he said nothing.
Because he knew — this was the end.
Feng Dao watched the exchange silently. When the hall finally calmed, his gaze drifted briefly toward the corridor where Lin Dao stood.
Fate was already moving. Whether they liked it or not.
Meanwhile, in the grand library of spirit mountain, Logan followed Hueng through a different path.
They walked along a wide stone road lined with towering pillars. Symbols glowed faintly along the ground, forming ancient arrays that Logan could barely comprehend.
Soon, the path opened into an immense courtyard. And at its center....
A structure that made Logan stop in his tracks. It wasn't just a building. It was a monument.
A massive circular tower rose toward the sky, layered with countless balconies and inscriptions. Countless jade plaques hovered around it, slowly rotating as if guided by invisible hands.
"This…" Logan murmured.
