Luo Mountain Prefecture, Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land.
In a small courtyard exuding waves of ancient and mysterious aura.
Beneath a simple stone pavilion constructed of bluestone.
Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family, was sitting silently on a stone bench at this moment.
Cradling in his hand the tea that was still emitting steams of heat.
While silently gazing in a certain direction.
"Just cut him off like that?"
After scanning through Luo Ping's room with his divine consciousness.
Luo Changfeng's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.
A flicker of surprise flashed through his squinted eyes.
He hadn't expected Luo Ping, that youngster, to be so decisive.
He had thought that at the very least, Luo Ping would haggle a few rounds with the envoy from the Great Flame Dynasty.
Even if he disagreed,
he wouldn't express it so readily.
But unexpectedly...
As thoughts crossed his mind, Luo Changfeng couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.