Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land.
Within a mysterious courtyard that exuded an ancient aura.
At this moment, Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family,
sat quietly under a simple Stone Pavilion.
He silently sipped the tea in his hand while contemplating in his heart.
What should he do next?
Should he remain sitting under the Stone Pavilion, quietly waiting for that person to arrive?
Or should he take the initiative to strike?
Whether to wait quietly or to take the initiative,
each had its own advantages.
By waiting quietly, he could make use of the home ground advantage.
If he chose to strike first, he could prevent that mysterious cultivator from causing any minor destruction.
...
As time passed,
while Luo Changfeng was still pondering how to handle the situation,
Ke Chengsong, clad in a Blood Red Coat,
with his head slightly bowed,
his face shrouded in shadows,