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Luo Yang had not yet set forth.

He was still preparing for the journey to the prefectural city of Luo Mountain Prefecture.

The reason why Luo Changfeng sent Luo Yang directly to Luo Mountain Prefecture

was mainly because, for the time being, he didn’t want to expose the power of the Wan Dan Sect.

Besides, there was another very important reason.

He didn’t have much time to teach Luo Yang the art of alchemy.

The best place to learn the art of alchemy

would naturally be the Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect where Fu Qiu resided.

…

About three days later,

Luo Yang took a lot of things with him,

left the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

and left the land of Qingshi Town,

quietly heading in the direction of the prefectural city of Luo Mountain Prefecture.

Of course, before that young fellow Luo Yang left,

Luo Changfeng had given him quite a few things.

Thunderstrike Talismans, five hundred pieces.

Spirit Stones, three.

As for grain tickets, Luo Changfeng didn’t have many in his possession; most of them were held by those two fellows, Luo Ping and Luo An.

It was expected that those two lads would have prepared grain tickets for Luo Yang.

“Alas, another one has left…”

Qingshi Town, Luo Family Ancestral Land.

In a courtyard that exuded an aura of antiquity,

Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family,

was now sitting quietly under a Stone Pavilion.

He held a porcelain teacup in his hands,

sipping it while silently gazing into the distance.

As the Ancestor of the Luo Family,

he had done everything he could.

As for what the clan’s descendants would become, and what they would achieve in the future, that completely depended on the personal fate of those clanspeople.

As the Ancestor of the Luo Family, Luo Changfeng was just the patriarch, not some nanny.

He didn’t need to be constantly guarding by the clanspeople’s side.

At the moment, what he needed to do

was to protect the vast Luo Family, and that was sufficient.

As for other matters, they didn’t require his excessive worry.

…

Following the departure of that young Luo Yang,

in the blink of an eye, another two days had passed.

Outside Qingshi Town, on the borderlines of the Chen and Feng families,

Luo Yong’s great army had already been resting in this area for quite a while.

The military units of those two families stationed at the border

had already noticed the presence of the Luo Family’s troops several days ago, and each had made their preparations.

The Luo Family’s side, on the other hand, was rather unhurried,

either resting the army or making final preparations for the offensive.

…

Inside the military camp,

within the largest tent,

Luo Yong, in command of the one hundred and fifty thousand armored soldiers of the Luo Family,

was sitting quietly at the main seat.

By his side, a sword of mundane mid-grade quality was displayed.

In his hands, he was gnawing on a juicy leg of lamb.

And in front of him, Tang Jian, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a White Feather Fan,

was slightly squinting his eyes,

sipping the tea in his hands, his gaze fixed inward, seemingly in no hurry at all.

“General Luo, you can’t be like this!”

“You said you needed three-tenths of the Tang Family’s food reserves; we didn’t blink an eye and sent it to you.”

“But now, our Tang Family needs the help of your Luo Family.”

“You can’t be rogues like this…”

Inside the tent, Tang Yuan, the current Great Elder of the Tang Family, seeing that the two men seemed to have no intention of speaking,

bit the bullet and

directly addressed the men before him.

“Oh? Three-tenths of the Tang Family’s total food reserves have been sent over?”

“When did this happen?”

“How come I’m not aware of this?”

Suddenly, Luo Yong put down the lamb leg in his hands and asked the grand swindler Tang Jian beside him.

“General, hasn’t that not yet happened?”

“The food that the Tang Family sent over hardly amounts to one-tenth of their total reserves, far from fulfilling the promised three-tenths…”

Tang Jian said in a low voice, swinging the White Feather Fan in his hand.

“Is that so?”

Luo Yong turned his head, his expression a mix of helplessness, and said to Tang Yuan, “Great Elder of the Tang Family, you’ve heard it too. It’s not that we don’t want to mobilize troops, but your Tang Family hasn’t fulfilled your promise yet, so this matter can’t be blamed on our Luo Family…”

With this, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became somewhat silent.

Tang Yuan, the current Great Elder of the Tang Family,

couldn’t help but slightly lower his head,

his expression on his face complicated.

What confused Tang Yuan the most was how exactly the Luo Family knew the total amount of the Tang Family’s food reserves?

How did the Luo Family know that the Tang Family had only sent over one-tenth and not the so-called three-tenths?

“So, what you mean, General Luo, is that as soon as the Tang Family sends over the food, your Luo Family will immediately move out?”

Tang Yuan suddenly raised his head and asked Luo Yong.

Luo Yong didn’t respond immediately,

but instead looked towards Tang Jian.

Only after Tang Jian gave a slight nod,

did Luo Yong then smile and answer, “Of course, as long as the Tang Family delivers the promised reserves in full, my Luo Family will indeed move out against the Chen and Feng families without any hesitation whatsoever.”

…

After the conversation,

Tang Yuan left the Luo Family’s military camp,

hurriedly heading toward his own family’s direction.

Back inside the military camp, within the Commander’s Tent,

Luo Yong then asked the grand swindler before him, “So, as long as the Tang Family sends over the full three-tenths of their food reserve, we will move out against the Chen and Feng families?”

Tang Jian shook the White Feather Fan in his hand, and smilingly replied, “Brother Luo, once we have the food in hand, whether we move out or not is still up to us to decide, isn’t it?”