Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1271 - Chapter 1271 Chapter 699 Old Spirit_2

Chapter 1271: Chapter 699: Old Spirit_2 Chapter 1271: Chapter 699: Old Spirit_2 Sheron Perri’s heart tightened, but he still managed to feign calmness on the surface, “What’s different? It’s simply that I practiced my cultivation for longer today, and am a bit tired. Elder Talon Skyler, you worry too much.”

During the subtly tense atmosphere between the two, a sequence of light footsteps broke the silence. Logan’s figure appeared at the entrance of the courtyard; his clothes were slightly disheveled, and his expression carried a trace of fatigue and solemnity, but his eyes sparkled with a steadfast light.

“Elder Talon Skyler, Sheron Perri, I have returned,” Logan said with a gentle voice that, like a spring breeze sweeping over a lake’s surface, eased the previously tense atmosphere significantly.

Sheron Perri, seeing Logan return safely, let out a sigh of relief and a long-absent smile appeared on his face, “You’ve finally come back; I’ve been waiting for so long! I thought–“His words reached his lips and then he forcefully swallowed them back, obviously not wanting to cause Logan any worry.

Elder Talon Skyler also nodded slightly, a glint of relief flashing in his eyes, “Now that you have ascertained everything, then… you can go, right?” His tone held a hint of reluctance, as if he regretted not being able to uncover more information.

Logan nodded lightly and bowed to Elder Talon Skyler, “Thank you for your concern, Elder. I have confirmed everything is normal. You should rest early as well, as there will be much to do tomorrow.”

Elder Talon Skyler shook his head in resignation, turned, and walked away. His figure stretched long in the moonlight, appearing somewhat forlorn.

Once Elder Talon Skyler’s figure had completely disappeared from sight, Logan turned to Sheron Perri, a bitter smile on his face, “You’ve been waiting a long time, haven’t you? There was some trouble during my investigation in the City Lord’s Mansion.”

Sheron Perri’s eyebrows raised in intrigue, “Oh? What happened? Looking at you, it seems you’ve had a scuffle with someone outside!”

Logan sighed lightly and slowly took a seat, then began to recount his encounter at the City Lord’s Mansion, “After sneaking into the City Lord’s Mansion, I found they were plotting something significant, seemingly related to our plans. But while attempting to gather more information, I was inadvertently discovered. Although I eventually escaped, I did sustain some minor injuries.”

Upon hearing this, Sheron Perri’s expression grew solemn, “It seems that our opponents are more cunning than we imagined. Logan, it’s good that you’ve returned safely. From now on, we must be even more careful and vigilant.”

The two exchanged a look, determination flickering in their eyes. On that tranquil night, they seemed to be ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, proving that no matter how difficult the path, they would walk it together.

On that luminous and bustling night, Logan was originally standing amidst the crowd, his gaze firmly locked on the grand ceremony unfolding before him. In the ceremony, flames soared to the sky, music wafted melodically, and people’s faces brimmed with joy and admiration, as if for this moment, all worries were cast aside. However, ripples of unease rose in Logan’s heart, a vague sense of crisis stealthily emerging.

Just as he was about to step forward and intervene, attempting to unveil the secrets that might be hidden behind the ceremony, a faint yet unusually clear sound of the wind suddenly resounded by his ear. That wind carried an indescribable pressure, as if countless eyes were secretly watching him from the shadows. Logan’s heart chilled, and he instantly realized someone was probing with spiritual energy, and that the individual’s strength was far from ordinary.

“This place is no longer safe,” Logan thought to himself, well aware that staying here could expose his identity or even cause unnecessary trouble. With rapid decision-making, he turned and walked toward the City Lord, a hint of apologetic smile on his face.

“City Lord, I apologize,” Logan said softly, his voice tinged with exhaustion, “I need to rest and recuperate today and won’t be staying here to join in the festivities. Please continue to enjoy this lovely evening, I’ll take my leave now.”

The City Lord, although slightly surprised, saw that Logan was indeed looking unwell and did not say much, simply nodding in understanding. The people who had been surrounding Logan believed him and did not raise any objections or try to stop him. Thus, Logan slowly walked away from the lively event under everyone’s gaze, inwardly relieved that he had managed to extricate himself.

After leaving the ceremony site, Logan quickly picked up his pace, making his way through the bustling crowd until he reached a secluded corner. There, he met with his waiting companion.

“You’re back!” The companion was clearly surprised at Logan’s return, “What do we plan to do next?”

Logan took a deep breath, his expression grave as he said, “I might be absent these next few nights. We’ll need to stay here for a few days to observe the situation. As for those major Family Clans, I can send them off first to ensure their safety.”

However, his words made his companions show signs of worry. They were aware that Logan’s desire to leave was risky. After all, the matters here were not completely resolved, and as a key figure, his departure would undoubtedly bring uncertainty to the entire plan.

“Logan, are you dreaming of leaving now?” One of the companions couldn’t help but speak with a hint of urgency in his tone, “We still need you, you can’t just abandon us.”

Logan also felt torn upon hearing this. He was fully aware of the great responsibility he bore, but he also understood that he needed to protect himself first in order to fulfill his mission more effectively. Hence, he said in a solemn voice, “I understand your concerns, but I have my own considerations. Don’t worry, I’ll be cautious and won’t put myself in danger. Moreover, it’s only by scouting ahead that we can better plan our next moves.”

With Logan’s insistence, his companions reluctantly agreed to his decision. They knew Logan was a decisive and cautious man, whose decisions were often well-considered. Thus, under the cover of night, Logan quietly left that place laden with the unknown and dangers, embarking on his own journey. His resolute silhouette appeared particularly solitary and steadfast under the moonlight.

That somewhat somber afternoon, the sun was blocked by heavy clouds, with only occasional streaks of light piercing through and casting rays upon Logan’s furrowed brow. He stood in an ancient courtyard surrounded by lush greenery with sporadic chirping of birds that only added to the silence. Around him, Messengers from various Sects encircled him, persuasively jabbering.

“Brother Logan, if those Sects hear that you won’t accompany them to explore the Secret Land, they would probably be up in arms!” said a Messenger draped in a lavish robe, his face filled with urgency and anxiety, “I advise you to follow them! Otherwise, you’ll really regret it! If you miss this opportunity, finding such a pure Bloodline will be as hard as reaching heaven!”

Logan’s head was pounding; he massaged his temples, trying to alleviate the irritability within. Who knows about that? he mused internally, unclear what lay hidden in the Secret Land. Besides, he had a foreboding feeling that this matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

“My friends, I understand your feelings,” Logan took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm, “but I have my own considerations. The Secret Land is fraught with dangers. If I rush in recklessly, I might implicate everyone. Plus, I indeed have some personal affairs to attend to and cannot afford to be distracted.”

However, Logan’s words did not convince the Messengers. They continued to argue, each trying to persuade Logan to change his mind. At that moment, a rush of urgent footsteps from outside the courtyard interrupted everyone’s squabble.