Successfully baited the Luo Family.
After offering up that half of a low-grade Spirit Stone, gnawed on like a dog's bone.
Tang Jian and his son, Tang Rong.
Finally left the somewhat oppressive Luo Family Ancestral Land.
"Dad, how did it go?"
"Did it work out?"
Outside the Luo Family Ancestral Land, on a bustling street.
Only after the two had walked a considerable distance away,
did the ponytailed Tang Rong
turn his head, looking expectantly at his father Tang Jian beside him.
"When your dad makes a move, what can't be achieved?"
"Next, we just need to enjoy our blessings..."
Tang Jian's face was full of smiles, his expression exceedingly smug as he spoke.
"So where are we staying tonight?"
"Don't tell me we have to sleep in a tent..."
"That's definitely not happening!" Tang Jian shook his head; right after, he started walking in a certain direction.
