Night descended, and the moonlight gleamed brilliantly.

"Mr. Lawrence, the two of them have gone to bed," Harlan reported respectfully with a bow.

Beside the lamp, Roman sat cross-legged in meditation with his eyes still closed. "Alright. Go get some rest."

Harlan looked up, hesitating several times before finally asking, "Mr. Lawrence, why do you want me to monitor those two? The Lloyd family's Dragon Prince is indeed seriously injured! I believe that no matter what, we should at least help stabilize his condition first. Chetvine's Lloyd family is a prestigious noble house, and the Dragon Prince once did Mount Lourneau a favor. Omari even served in his squad."

Roman's eyes suddenly snapped open as he scolded, "Shut up, you fool! Do I need you to tell me what to do?"

Harlan broke out in a cold sweat and immediately dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence! I meant no disrespect."

In major martial arts sects, such as Mount Lourneau, the hierarchy between elders and apprentic