Zhen, already aged and nearly drained of potential, no longer had the qualifications to aspire to greater heights.
"How is the matter I instructed you to attend to progressing?"
Luo Changfeng asked in a low voice.
Zhen bowed slightly, his face full of respectful hues as he responded, "It's still underway, but it should be soon..."
Luo Changfeng silently nodded.
Afterward, he waved his hand to dismiss Zhen, one of the Three Great Commanders of the Shadow Guard, from his side.
As Zhen's figure gradually vanished from Luo Changfeng's line of sight.
Beneath the Stone Pavilion in this small courtyard.
Once again, it was left with only Luo Changfeng himself.
Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family, couldn't help but slightly squint his eyes.
In those pitch-black, deep, and somewhat unfathomable eyes of his,
a momentary flash of contemplation crossed his face.
The more dire the situation with the Royal Yan Family of the Great Flame Dynasty became,
