"We’ll worry about the future when it comes,"
"What does the Luo Family Patriarch think?"
Lu Jun’s words slowly echoed in the room.
and he silently lowered his head.
His eyes narrowed slightly, a myriad of thoughts flashing by.
What Lu Jun had said did indeed make some sense.
The terrain of Yellow Mountain County was inherently complex.
The issue of bandits had always been hard to avoid.
Even if the White Lotus Stockade, Blood Wolf Stronghold, and Grey Horse Stronghold were eradicated, who could say whether other disordered strongholds wouldn’t emerge afterward?
Would the Luo Family forfeit eating for fear of choking?
"The Lu Family Patriarch speaks sensibly, so if that’s the case..."
"Then let’s strike at the White Lotus Stockade first."
"Afterward, we’ll deal with the Grey Horse Stronghold and Blood Wolf Stronghold at our leisure."
Having said that, Luo Ping turned around.
He sat quietly in the seat of honor, silently dealing with the mountainous pile of government affairs.
As the Lu Family Patriarch, Lu Jun,
stood still, quietly gazing at the huge map hung on a wooden frame.
Looking at it calmly,
The situation in Luo Mountain Prefecture was gradually becoming clear now.
Once the Huai Shui County Luo Family completely secures Yellow Mountain County,
Luo Mountain Prefecture would then form a tripartite balance of power.
The Guan Family of Luo Mountain Prefecture, the Huai Shui County Luo Family, and the Qingqu County Liang Family.
Among them, in terms of comprehensive strength and heritage,
it was evident that the Guan Family of Luo Mountain Prefecture had the upper hand.
The weakest was the Qingqu County Liang Family.
After all, besides the military, there was also the issue of food supplies to consider.
Normally, in such a tripartite situation,
Luo Mountain Prefecture should gradually fall into a trend of peaceful development.
Even until the forces within other prefectural cities determine a winner, Luo Mountain Prefecture would probably still maintain this tripartite form.
But it seemed that was not the case.
There were countless variables within the Huai Shui County Luo Family.
That hidden mysterious Talisman Maker.
The Luo Family’s food reserves, with the passage of time, would only grow larger.
And that Ancestor of the Luo Family, Patriarch Luo Changfeng, who had received the Immortal’s legacy, should have already reached the Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation.
Initially, maintaining a tripartite balance within Luo Mountain Prefecture wasn’t a big issue.
But as time passed, the Luo Family would rise swiftly,
until resolving the Qingqu County Liang Family and Luo Mountain Prefecture’s Guan Family,
thoroughly completing a unification of Luo Mountain Prefecture territory.
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Drawing a deep breath, Lu Jun exhaled slowly.
Afterward, he turned his head,
looking towards Luo Ping, who sat quietly in the seat of honor.
There seemed to be a hint of relief in his eyes.
Fortunately, he had attached himself to such a strong supporter.
Fortunately, he had successfully boarded the Luo Family’s warship and sided with them.
The current Lu Family would probably still be lost in thoughts about where the path to the future lay.
"What are you looking at?"
Inside the room, Luo Ping seemed to notice Lu Jun’s somewhat complex gaze.
After remaining silent for a moment,
he couldn’t help but ask in a low voice.
Saying this, Lu Jun found himself a spot close to Luo Ping to sit down and casually picked up a document from the table.
Seeing this, Luo Ping, without meaning to, shifted his position a few inches away.
It’s true that the relations between men and women are predestined,
but there are also two phrases that put it this way: one talks about the affection between dragons and suns, and the other denotes the preference for the cut sleeve.
So, combining Lu Jun’s somewhat complex look just now,
Luo Ping suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
Could it be that this Lu Family Patriarch was the kind of person those two phrases described?
Could it be that he truly had some special preferences?
He hoped he was just overthinking it.
Otherwise, the ensuing matters could become a bit troublesome.
In Qingshi City, within the Luo Family Ancestral Land, at the courtyard where the Ancestor of the Luo Family resided,
Patriarch Luo Changfeng was sitting quietly in a stone pavilion.
He held a cup of hot tea in his hands, sipping it in silence.
Before him stood a Carefree Monk, wearing a tattered monk’s robe, a worn monk’s hat on his head,
holding a dilapidated wooden fan in his hand,
and his greasy black long hair hung down.
At the moment, he was persistently asking in a low voice.
"Where have you hidden the ’Initial Ghost’?"
"You’ve used a formation to seal away the essence of the ’Initial Ghost’, haven’t you?"
"I have a question that I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now, where exactly did you learn such mastery of formation?"
The Carefree Monk kept asking.
In a normal situation,
with just a scan of his divine consciousness, he would easily find it.
But the issue involved Patriarch Luo Changfeng,
and under the suppression of the will of heaven and earth,
his divine consciousness would temporarily lose its proper effect.
"The ’Initial Ghost’?"
"What is an ’Initial Ghost’?"
While sipping the tea in his hands, Luo Changfeng spoke softly.
The Carefree Monk grew anxious, "Didn’t I tell you? That being randomly transported here, that is the ’Initial Ghost’, in the Gate of Immortality, it is known as the Divine Child."
Luo Changfeng nodded thoughtfully, and then he fell silent again.
After some time together, he gradually understood the Carefree Monk’s origins.
According to him, his cultivation and strength were unmatched in the contemporary world.
No one could survive three moves under his hand.