Jizhou's Luo Family.
The rich and magnificent hall was filled with the Luo Family elders of Jizhou gathered together.
Luo Changsheng's gaze was dull as he stared at a piece of paper on the table before him, the very calligraphy Yang Zhenshan had Luo Shang deliver to him.
When he received the calligraphy from Luo Shang, he felt a trembling in his soul, and after that, he was in a daze as he held the paper and returned to Jizhou City from Chongshan Pass.
After several days of travel, he could hardly taste his food, and sleep eluded him at night, leaving him in a confused and disoriented state.
His face now ashen, his eyes hollow, he seemed utterly forlorn and dispirited.
"Changsheng, Changsheng~~"
The aged voice rang out, as Luo Jiangqiu, an elder of the Luo Family of Jizhou, called out in a deep tone.
Seeing that Luo Changsheng remained in a state of stupor, Luo Jiangqiu furrowed his brows and gave him a pat.
"Ah!" Luo Changsheng cried out sharply.
"Third Uncle!"
