Lu Chang'an knew his father placed great importance on the Mountain God plant, so he brought it up ahead of time.
Lu Chang'sheng shook his head. "This Mountain God isn't the same as last time. No need to take it."
The last Mountain God was his own, but this one was meant for exchange.
If he took these two Mountain Gods, things would fall back into the old ways—in fact, it would make cutting ties with the Martial Artist Council even harder in the future.
Lu Chang'sheng wasn't blind to what happened outside. Wang Heihou, Niu Dazhuang, and the others still had plenty of channels in Black Mountain Prefecture. Sure, it couldn't compare with the former Martial Artist Council, but in Black Mountain Prefecture's city, it was more than enough.
Right now, the Martial Artist Council was little more than an empty shell—even if he returned, he couldn't reverse the situation.
"I understand, Father."
Lu Chang'an nodded.
