Qingshi Town, within a courtyard that exuded an ancient charm.
As the Ancestor of the Luo Family, Luo Changfeng,
was currently sitting in quiet meditation under a stone pavilion.
In his hands, he continuously toyed with a tuft of deep black, Yellow Grade inferior Beast Fire known as Black Crow Flame.
After half a month's time of nurturing, he had gradually developed a deeper connection with the Beast Fire in his hands,
and his affinity with it had also reached an extremely high level.
Although, he hadn't quite reached the point where he could wield it as if it were an extension of his own arm,
he felt that using this Black Crow Flame to refine elixirs shouldn't pose too great a problem now.
"Hmm?"
"Is someone coming?"
Upon sensing someone approaching his courtyard,
Luo Changfeng withdrew the tuft of Black Crow Flame back into his body.
Then, he slightly narrowed his eyes,
and looked toward the direction of the incoming person.
"Luo Ping?"
