With the matter settled,
it didn't take long for Luo Ping to inform Luo Yong of this decision, who was stationed near the superior Qingshi ore vein stretching over three hundred meters.
And when Luo Yong received the news,
his expression was one of considerable astonishment.
"Are you sure this letter was sent by that guy Luo Ping?"
Near the superior Qingshi ore vein of over three hundred meters, inside a large tent,
the man lounging casually in the seat of honor, with a physique robust like that of a tiger or wolf,
Luo Yong, clearly possessed of terrifying strength, looked over the incredibly familiar handwriting on the letter in his hands.
He gazed incredulously at the Luo Family servant before him.
"My lord, this letter was indeed given to me by the Family Head to deliver to you,"
the Luo Family servant said, his head slightly bowed and waist bent,
his demeanor exceedingly respectful.
Not to mention whether this Luo Family servant had the audacity to deceive Luo Yong,
just from the highly familiar handwriting on the letter,
Luo Yong should have absolutely believed that the letter was personally written by that guy Luo Ping.
However, based on his understanding and knowledge of his elder brother Luo Ping,
he didn't think that his Family Head brother would have the courage for such an act.
The coexistence of the four great families without encroaching on each other's territory,
that had always been the lifelong pursuit of his Family Head brother.
But now... his inherently timid Family Head brother had suddenly changed his usual behavior, ordering him to make a move on the Zhao Family people near the superior Qingshi ore vein.
It was confusing, truly quite confusing.
Yet, at this juncture,
whether he understood or not no longer mattered.
What mattered was that he could finally wield the Luo Family's butcher's knife.
The recent period of forbearance had really frustrated Luo Yong.
"Alright, you can leave now,"
said Luo Yong within the large tent, gesturing for the Luo Family servant to step down.
Then, he called over an elite house servant
and had him summon his son Luo Qingshan, who had inherited his own outstanding talent for cultivation.
...
"Father, may I know why you summoned me here?"
Inside the large tent, warmed by burning charcoal and with a very comfortable temperature,
the youth Luo Qingshan, dressed in a gray martial outfit and looking quite handsome, had just walked in.
He silently lifted his head, taking a glance at his father's expression.
"I think there's something you need to know about,"
Luo Yong said, looking at the robust yet not excessively imposing figure before him,
the handsome, fair, and masculine face
of his son Luo Qingshan, whose strength had already reached the Skin Refinement Late Stage.
In his eyes flashed a hint of satisfaction,
and a slight smile appeared on his rugged face.
"What is it?" Luo Qingshan asked with some confusion.
"I've made a decision. Tonight, at midnight, I will wipe out all of the Zhao Family people in the vicinity."
"I will have all those who dare come near this superior Qingshi ore vein from the Zhao Family buried deep beneath the thick earth!!!"
Luo Yong's voice, though not very loud,
traveled effortlessly into the ears of everyone inside the tent.
For a moment, Luo Qingshan was somewhat stunned.
The large tent fell into an uncommon silence.
[Creak...]
[Creak creak...]
As the charcoal burned, the crackling of wood in the intense heat gradually arose within the tent.
"Father..." In this moment, positioned at the very center of the tent, Luo Qingshan finally regained his senses.
"Father, are you sure you really want to do this?"
"Here in Qingshi Town, which is neither too large nor too small, the situation of our Luo Family is already somewhat precarious."
"If at this critical juncture, our Luo Family still..." Luo Qingshan said, his expression becoming somewhat agitated.
But this time, before he could finish,
That man sitting in the seat of honor, supporting his head with his right hand, his eyes half-closed,
Luo Yong, interrupted his capable son's lengthy speech.
"Qingshan, there's something else I forgot to tell you."
"The time to act, indeed, was decided by me."
"But the idea to take action against the Zhao Family didn't just suddenly pop into my head."
"This matter was communicated to me by your uncle, the Family Head, my elder brother," he said.
"I know that when it comes to scheming, perhaps I'm not as capable as you."
"But at least, at such a time when the family's crisis is a matter of survival, I am not one to rashly act against others."
"Alright, let's settle the matter this way."
"You better start getting ready."
"When it's really time to take action, I'll have someone notify you."
"You may leave..."
...
Moments later, Luo Qingshan left the large tent.
Just as he stepped out, he could distinctly feel
the gusts of cold wind, sharp as knives, scraping against his face.
This, in turn, made his mind temporarily much clearer.
But even so, even though his mind was clearer,
his thoughts were still incredibly muddled.
He did not understand why his uncle, who had always been cautious, would suddenly give such an order to his father?
Why must their Luo Family completely eradicate the people of the nearby Zhao Family?
Yes, the behavior of the Zhao Family today was somewhat abnormal.
But if it's just because of this, to decide to wipe out everyone from the Zhao Family near the premium Qingshi vein,
wasn't such an action rather excessive?
Was this really the best choice?
He didn't understand, Luo Qingshan truly didn't understand.
...
As time passed,
night deepened.
At that moment, a bright crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting down waves of soft moonlight.
"Master, it's about time, shall we not take action?"
Outside Qingshi Town, near the three-hundred-meter expanse of premium Qingshi vein, just outside a large tent,
a man dressed in black, a sharp blade fastened at his waist,
an elite house servant at the late stage of Bone Refinement serving as Commander,
silently inquired to his side where Luo Yong, seemingly waiting for something, stood.
"Is it about time?"
Luo Yong turned his head, looking at Luo Zhong beside him, a companion since childhood,
who was also his most trusted servant, one whom he had personally named.
Luo Yong couldn't help but smile, then slightly lifted his head,
gazing at the sky, to the bright crescent moon, and the increasing number of thick clouds drawing near, "No, the time isn't right yet."
"Only when that thick layer of cloud has completely covered the bright crescent moon,"
"only when that crescent moon can no longer shed its gentle moonlight,"
"only then will be the perfect moment for us to act!!!"