Beneath a Stone Pavilion constructed from massive bluestones,
At this moment, Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family, sat there in silence.
He held in his hand a cup of chilled tea with a few ice cubes.
Staring intently at the old man clad in loose black robes sitting across from him, Fu Qiu.
"What brings you here this time?"
Luo Changfeng silently took a sip of the cold tea in his hand,
Quelling the restless heat within him somewhat before,
He gradually shifted his gaze onto Fu Qiu, the current Deputy Sect Master of the Wan Dan Sect.
"Brother Luo..."
Fu Qiu smiled faintly and then set aside the mysterious black cane in his hand, which shimmered with a dark luster.
He spoke with a hint of excitement,
"This time, I've come to see Brother Luo for something significant."
Luo Changfeng, surprised, raised an eyebrow and in a low voice asked, "What matter?"
Fu Qiu silently picked up the cup of chilled tea he had brewed himself, also filled with a few ice cubes,
