"What? You’ll really teach us?" Even after Logan confird, Rowan could hardly believe his ears. That technique... its power was beyond comprehension. Nothing in this world could compare to its value. And Logan was going to teach it just like that?
But to Logan? It didn’t matter. He was never a selfish person. And even if he taught others, it will take a miracle to reach his level. Even when cultivation was common to all, he stood at its peak.
Daliah crossed her arms and said from the side,
"There’s no need to teach him. He doesn’t seem to be interested. Just teach ."
Then she gave a playful, devilish smile.
Logan couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them.
The duo, when together, was honestly a bit hilarious.
Then he explained,
"Since you want to help people, you’ll need strength. You’re already strong—but this will push you beyond your current limits. The stronger you are, the safer others will be. So I’m not just helping you—I’m helping everyone you’ll protect."
Rowan went quiet, thinking deeply. Then he asked,
"If this is ant to help people, can’t it be taught to everyone? Wouldn’t that be even better? With dungeons getting harder every day, humanity could really use sothing life-changing like this."
Logan nodded slowly.
"You’re right—it would be good to spread it. But not yet. I’m still not strong enough to protect myself fully. If people find out I’ve taught sothing this powerful, many will be grateful... but so will get greedy. They’ll wonder, If I know one secret thod, maybe I have more. And then... they’ll co for . They’ll co for my family."
He paused for a mont, then added,
"I might be able to fight off a few. But not all of them.
Do I want to help humanity? Absolutely.
But will I do it by sacrificing my own family? No.
If it were just about , it would’ve been a different matter...
But I won’t let anything happen to those close to ."
A sharp glint of resolve shone in Logan’s eyes. There was no way he would risk Alice’s life.
Rowan listened quietly, then nodded.
"Oh... now that you say it, it makes sense."
He paused.
"But after you teach us—can’t I be the one to spread it instead? That way, you won’t have to face any problems."
He ant well, even if a part of him realized he was asking for more than he deserved.
Logan was already generous enough to teach him and Daliah.
Still, Rowan wasn’t asking for himself.
He was thinking of others—for the good of all humanity.
Logan considered his words and replied,
"There’s logic in what you said. But even if you want to pass it on, you’ll need to reach at least the Body Refinent level first. Until then, your understanding will be too shallow to teach others properly. And just getting there will take around four to five years at minimum. Once your grasp is solid, then you can think about spreading it. Teach it too early without understanding it in depth, and people will question not just your words—but your credibility."
"Oh. Fair point." Rowan finally understood that there were limitations he couldn’t overco.
Either way, it was already good enough.
After all, before this, they had no hope at all.
Now... they had a path forward.
On the side, Daliah was growing restless, itching to start training.
All this explanation was starting to annoy her—she wanted action, not words.
"So when are you going to teach us? Can we start now?" she asked eagerly.
"Not now. Morning is the best ti," Logan replied calmly.
"That’s when the air is still. The calmness makes it easier to feel the Qi."
"Qi?" Rowan and Daliah both repeated at the sa ti.
"Yeah. I’ll explain that tomorrow when we start," Logan said with a chuckle.
"Too much explanation before training can kill the excitent."
"Kill the excitent? No way!" Daliah exclaid.
"I’ll do anything to be able to fight like you."
Her eyes sparkled with determination. Whatever she said—she ant it.
Rowan felt the sa inside.
"Cultivation... can I really learn it?" he wondered, heart racing with anticipation.
But then Daliah groaned,
"Ugh, wait till tomorrow? I already want to start tonight!"
Logan gave a light smirk.
"Well, a little waiting is better than failing because you rushed in unprepared."
"Hmph!" Daliah pouted, crossing her arms.
After that, the three of them chatted for a while before having dinner together.
Once they finished eating, Daliah stood up from her chair and said,
"Alright, I’m heading to my room. See you both tomorrow morning."
"Yes, good night. See you tomorrow," Rowan replied quickly.
But just as she turned to leave, she suddenly paused.
She narrowed her eyes and asked,
"Why does it feel like you’re just waiting for to leave?"
Normally, Rowan never passed up a chance to tease Daliah at tis like this.
But tonight... he looked a little too eager.
Her words caught him off guard.
Because—truthfully—he was waiting.
He and Logan had other business to take care of... in the cellar.
And if Daliah found out, things would definitely get out of hand.
First, she’d freak out wondering why Logan was going there at night.
Then, most likely, she’d insist on tagging along.
And Rowan didn’t want either of those things happening.
"What? Why would I want you to leave?" Rowan said, trying his best to look innocent.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Daliah narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a mont,
clearly trying to read his face—to see if he was telling the truth.
"Of course. If you don’t believe , you’re welco to stay as long as you like," Rowan said casually.
"You better be telling the truth. Because if I find out you’re doing sothing interesting without telling ..."
She didn’t finish the sentence—instead, she made a slicing gesture across her neck, glaring at Rowan in warning.
Then she spun around and walked off like a smug little warlord.
Seeing that, Logan could barely hold in his laughter.
Once Daliah was out of sight, Rowan finally let out a long sigh.
And then...
His playful expression faded—just slightly—replaced by a more serious look.
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