Logan closed his eyes once more, sinking back into the world of cultivation. Meanwhile, Timothy Daiziel stood quietly by his side, feeling the faint spiritual energy radiating from Logan, his heart filled with anticipation and yearning for the future.
In that city-state shrouded by ancient magic, the City Lord's Mansion stood like a towering fortress, silent in the center of the city. The night fell, stars twinkled, the gentle breeze brought a hint of chill, yet it also carried with it the barely detectable fluctuations of magic. Timothy Daiziel, a young man in a gray shirt, stood at the entrance, his gaze locked onto the firmly closed door, his heart beating fast as a drum.