"Patriarch Changfeng has naturally agreed."
In the room, atop the main seat.
Luo Ping sipped the tea in his hands as he gazed at the youngster Luo Yao before him, who seemed to harbor a touch of expectation in his eyes.
He then spoke softly.
"Agreed?"
"Patriarch Changfeng himself has agreed?"
Luo Yao seemed somewhat surprised.
After all, in the eyes of the old patriarch, he was the epitome of laziness and sloth.
His temperament was surely known to Patriarch Changfeng.
Yet, even so.
Why would Patriarch Changfeng still agree to Luo Family Patriarch Luo Ping's suggestion?
Baffled, Luo Yao was quite perplexed in his heart.
But at this moment, it seemed that no matter whether he understood Patriarch Changfeng's true intentions or not,
the matter appeared to be completely settled.
He, Luo Yao,
would be trained as the next head of the Luo Family.
From this point on, he would lose a great deal of his time and his personal freedom.
