"Ventured deep into the territory of White Lotus Prefecture?"
"Chose to engage in battle right in the main grounds of White Brahma Temple?"
Luo Family Ancestral Land.
On a somewhat secluded clearing.
The young Luo Ze, with a Spiritual Sword slung at his waist.
He couldn’t help but feel stunned upon hearing these words spoken by Luo Yao.
Mortal Transcendence was deemed an existence almost celestial.
A cultivator one step away from the Immortal Realm, possessing tremendous strength.
Now, both parties were of equal Mortal Transcendence stature.
Yet there was Ancestor Yan from the Great Flame Dynasty, who alone chose to delve into the depths of White Lotus Prefecture and picked the main grounds of White Brahma Temple for a confrontation against a mysterious protector of Mortal Transcendence.
The Mortal Transcendence of the Great Flame Dynasty had been defeated.
Apparently, this didn’t come as much of a surprise anymore.
"That nefarious item, White Brahma Lotus."
"Do you know what role it played in this battle among Mortal Transcendences?"
Luo Ze fell silent for a moment.
Then he spoke again, asking.
This time, Luo Yao merely shook his head and shrugged with a slightly helpless expression. "Who could know such things, except those from within White Brahma Temple? After all, White Lotus Prefecture is the home ground of White Brahma Temple, its territory. Especially near the depths, close to White Brahma Temple itself, no one can easily penetrate and gather information."
"It’s not entirely impossible."
Luo Ze pressed on, "Why do you say that?"
Luo Yao smiled and replied softly to the eager Luo Ze in front of him, "While we may not know about White Brahma Lotus, it might not be the case for Elder Changfeng of our family."
"Given the current chaos within the Da Feng Dynasty."
"And the fact that even a cultivator of Mortal Transcendence Realm has perished."
"Our Patriarch Changfeng from the Qingshi City Luo Family, in these troubled times, still silently oversees our clan, keeping the Royal Feng Family, White Brahma Temple, and all other forces from acting rashly."
"I believe, Patriarch Changfeng’s cultivation must have reached the terrifying Mortal Transcendence Realm."
"Although, I’m not sure if Patriarch Changfeng’s cultivation was always at Mortal Transcendence, or if it was a recent breakthrough?"
"But it seems that’s no longer important..."
Luo Ze silently nodded his head.
Agreeing with Luo Yao’s words.
Yes, whether Patriarch Changfeng’s cultivation was always at Mortal Transcendence or a recent advancement was irrelevant.
As long as Patriarch Changfeng was genuinely in the Mortal Transcendence Realm.
With the power to oversee and protect the clan.
This was the best possible scenario for the Qingshi City Luo Family.
"Let’s leave this matter be for now," Luo Ze said as he glanced at Luo Yao. After a brief silence, he continued to query, "You are currently being groomed as the next Family Head, yet you’ve spent a long time here with me today... Is that really okay?"
Luo Ze inquired calmly. Discover hidden stories at NovelHub.Côm
If he remembered correctly, Luo Yao used not to have such leisure time until recently.
"No, no issues, of course, there’s nothing wrong..."
Luo Yao laughed naturally.
However, just as he was about to continue speaking.
Suddenly, a series of shouts rang out from afar.
If one listened closely, one could even discern.
The person being called out in those shouts...
Seemed to be Luo Yao, who was being groomed as the next Family Head of the clan.
"Oh no, someone’s looking for me..."
Luo Yao suddenly became anxious.
However, just as he took a few steps and was not yet completely out of sight,
He seemed to remember something and suddenly turned his head toward Luo Ze, who had resumed practicing with his sword, and said earnestly, "By the way, with my current status, I can enjoy and utilize even more resources than before, so much so that it’s more than I can use alone. To avoid waste, if you need anything, you can just go to the family elders and mention my name."
"I’ll have a word with the family elders about this."
"That’s all for today; I must be going now."
Luo Yao quickly disappeared from the scene.
The figure holding a Spiritual Sword—Luo Ze—paused for a moment,
but his expression remained largely unchanged.
Just moments later, he resumed his usual stance.
Gripping the Spiritual Sword in his hand firmly,
he continuously sliced through the air, sword after sword, swiping at the void in front of him.
Time passed by swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had elapsed.
In the Da Feng Dynasty, deep within White Lotus Prefecture.
Inside a dimly lit palace of White Brahma Temple,
an old monk dressed in a White Lotus Monk Robe was sitting cross-legged on a white cushion.
Hands clasped together, eyes tightly shut.
He was continuously murmuring scriptures unique to White Brahma Temple.
A call came softly from outside the dim palace.