That evening.
A figure hurried into the backyard.
"How is Qingxue doing?"
Luo Qianshan asked, standing with his hands behind his back under the trellised walkway.
"Junior Sister Lin ran into people from the Dongling Martial Arts Hall. She suffered some minor injuries, but she's fine now."
Luo Yan, who had just rushed back, reported dutifully. His burly physique resembled a great boulder, and his square-jawed features gave him a rugged look.
Luo Qianshan nodded slightly at his words, then let out a quiet sigh.
"I didn't expect the Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall to have roped them all in."
"If I'm not mistaken, this was just a probe. Their real moves are yet to come..."
His voice was old, tinged with a hint of weariness.
Luo Yan fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.
"Father, if that's the case, why don't you just teach Junior Brother Lu the Martial Skill and Secret Technique?"
