James suddenly interrupted Yianni. "What do you gain by helping me like this, Master? What do you get from the Five Shadowborns? Is it just because you appreciate me?"

Yianni was stunned by the question.

James smiled, "You don’t have to answer me if you can't. You’re my master, and I won’t force you. However, you shouldn’t pressure me either. We both have our convictions."

"I don’t want us to part on bad terms with an unpleasant final memory."

Yianni's brows knitted as he looked at James, his expression hard to read. However, James saw the complexity flashing in his eyes.

They looked at each other for a long time before bursting into laughter for no apparent reason. Sitting down again, Yianni opened another jar of wine and pushed it toward James. Then, he opened one for himself, lifting it high.

"Since we want a perfect farewell, let’s use this wine to honor our friendship."

James nodded, raising his jar high.

"After this farewell, it’s hard to predict whether we’ll meet again