The next day, early morning.
The sky was not yet fully bright, and the air all around was still slightly chilly, with countless creatures still deep in slumber.
In Qingshi City, on the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
In a secluded area that was seldom passed by throughout the year.
Luo Yao, the heir to the position of the next Family Head of the Luo Family, quietly walked down this path.
His expression was calm, his head slightly bowed.
As he walked forward, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
It seemed as if he was pondering over something.
As Luo Yao walked into a small courtyard that grew some weeds and even housed an ancient tree that had existed for at least a few hundred years,
he then slowly lifted his head.
Silently observing, the situation inside the courtyard.
It was as if he was searching for someone.
"Is that boy not here?"
After scanning around for a moment, Luo Yao couldn't help but murmur quietly.