Luo Family Ancestral Land.
In the main hall for receiving guests.
At this moment, Luo Ping, the current Luo Family Patriarch, was sitting quietly in the seat of honor.
He held a teacup in his hand, taking small, slow sips.
Meanwhile, right in the center of the room.
Stood a young man dressed in yellow, holding his head high with an air of arrogance still on his face.
His complexion was so pale it seemed almost abnormal.
It seemed he could no longer bear the slightly oppressive atmosphere in the room.
Therefore, he shaped his fingers into the form of an orchid.
Pinching his throat, his voice slightly high-pitched, he spoke in a low tone, "I wonder, what is the Luo Family Patriarch's view on this matter?"
"Are you planning to cooperate with the Great Flame Dynasty or,"
"do you think nothing of the Great Flame Dynasty and wish to push us aside with a single shove?"
The young eunuch in yellow robes, his shrill voice, slowly reverberated throughout the room.
