In the blink of an eye,
a day had passed.
Early in the morning, when the sky was not yet fully bright,
within the depths of the Luo Family Ancestral Land in Qingshi City,
there was a courtyard that exuded an aura of antiquity and mystery.
At this moment, Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family,
was sitting quietly under a Stone Pavilion.
He held a cup of hot tea in his hands, sipping it while silently enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
"Patriarch Changfeng..."
Suddenly, a voice sounded from not far away.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached from the same direction.
"Luo Yao?"
"Why would that youngster come to find me if not for official matters? What could it be about?"
Luo Changfeng thought to himself.
Soon, Luo Yao, dressed in a relatively somber black and white robe, appeared in front of Luo Changfeng.
He just stood there, head bowed,
his expression seemingly a bit restrained.
"What's the matter?"
