Qingshi City.
Deep within the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
In a small courtyard that always emanated bursts of ancient and mysterious aura.
At this moment, Luo Changfeng, who was the Ancestor of the Luo Family in Qingshi City,
was sitting quietly under a Stone Pavilion.
While sipping on tea, he listened to the words of the man in black robes beside him, who seemed somewhat unremarkable, named Fu Qiu.
"So, what you mean is, that old thing has grown accustomed to being high above others, so..."
"He can no longer adapt to a status beneath others?"
Fu Qiu didn't continue to say anything.
He merely silently drank the tea in his hand.
Of course, the tea in Fu Qiu's hands was somewhat different from that in Luo Changfeng's.
According to the old man, tea should taste good when drunk.
Bitter tea is hardly worth drinking at all.
It not only fails to calm the mind but instead makes one feel somewhat uneasy.
Luo Changfeng had contested this point before.
