Could an influential clan be just like an ancient martial family?
This was the first thought that sprang in Luo Yunyang's mind. When he thought about the ancient martial families, a faint smile formed on his face.
He had become the Blood Strike Guard Commissar, so he had surpassed the ancient martial families by far. Furthermore, ever since he had become a god-grade powerhouse, all the large ancient martial families trembled before his might.
Based on what he remembered, he had originally thought that his father had been an ordinary man who had drifted from place to place.
However, Luo Jinlong's expression and that iron tile changed the impression Luo Yunyang had had about his father.
"I'm counting on that." Although most people considered Luo Jinlong's pride a form of provocation, Luo Yunyang didn't really care.
He also didn't sense any hostility from Luo Jinlong.
