Roman believed that as long as he could break through to the martial god level, he would thrive wherever he went from then on. Taking a deep breath, he walked toward the path down Mount Lourneau without looking back.

Inside the grand hall, Luther sat in the center, watching Roman's fading silhouette. Anger and disappointment mixed in his voice as he sighed, "You brought this upon yourself. No one can save you now."

Roman had not even reached Mount Lourneau's gate when two people blocked his path. His eyes widened in shock the moment he recognized them.

"Mr. Lloyd, Ms. Reyes, what are you doing here?"

He noticed the massive sword resting on Andrew's shoulder, and his voice instinctively grew more cautious and tense.

Valerie crossed her arms and smirked. "Mr. Lawrence, are you heading down the mountain?"

Roman snorted coldly. "I'm going down to handle some business. Do you have a problem with that?"

Valerie pursed her lips. "I don't, but Andrew has something he'd like to ask you."