After drinking the tea, I stood up and looked at the young masters.

“Eldest Young Master Wi Mu-gyeol, Young Master Wi Jung-cheon, Young Master Wi Tae-san. And Lady Wi.”

“Yes.”

“I appreciate the warm food and tea despite the sudden visit and rough duel. We'll be taking our leave now.”

Wi Tae-san stood up with a surprised look.

“Lord of Haomun, won’t you stay a few more days? There’s much to talk about. We’ll make sure you're comfortable. You’ve barely spoken with Lord Mong or Master Yukhap.”

“Tae-san, I appreciate the kindness, but the Eldest Young Master will feel more at ease recovering without us here.”

It was a sudden thought, but among the four, I felt Wi Tae-san would become the strongest. He was the first to roll up his sleeves and help Wi Mu-gyeol with his internal energy cultivation. Of course, that’s just a gut feeling—not much to back it up.

I looked at Wi Tae-san.

“It’s best to part when there’s still something to miss. That way, you’ll be glad when we meet again. The three of us are the restless type. If there’s time, we cultivate. After cultivating, we walk or run. I have too many enemies, so staying long in the Wi Clan would make me uneasy.”

The Drunk and the Lecher stood up at the same time.

“See you again.”

The Lecher looked at Wi Mu-gyeol.

“Eldest Young Master, next time let’s duel with swords.”

Wi Mu-gyeol stood with a smile.

“I look forward to it.”

With their farewell, we left the Wi Clan. Before leaving completely, I added one more request: not to inform the other Six Dragons of the outcome of today’s duel. No particular reason.

It's just that the Drunk, the Lecher, and I are people who must grow stronger than the other Dragons.

Honestly, the order of the rankings doesn’t matter much.

As I casually waved them off and turned around, Wi So-seon called out to us.

“...I learned a lot. Take care.”