Into the Martial World, the Deeper It Gets

There were still many things left to do, and they had to be completed by a direct relative... There was nothing left for Luo Qiu to do here.

He returned to his own house.

He opened the door and walked into the living room, casually turning on the lights. The person who had originally been sitting on the long wooden bench in the living room instantly became clear.

It was Da Zhe... At the same time as he turned on the light, Da Zhe was also looking at Luo Qiu. He watched as the young man calmly continued closing the door after turning on the light.

"How long have you been here?"

"You've got quite some nerve..." Da Zhe shook his head. "It was the same last time. You act as if you don't get scared at all. Normally, anyone who suddenly turned on the light and saw a stranger sitting in their house would at least be startled."

"We've met before." Luo Qiu said calmly, "So that means I'm not a stranger anymore... So?"

Da Zhe knew what the other man was asking about—he had only just left a note saying he would not come again, so showing up now was naturally hard to explain... But he still had to say something.

So he looked at Luo Qiu and said hesitantly, "I saw you all having dinner. Later, I heard crying. Was the old lady...?"

"She passed peacefully." Luo Qiu nodded.

"As expected..." Da Zhe lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought. He had long since prepared himself for this. After all, before Luo Qiu, the nominal owner of the house, returned, he had naturally known more as someone who quietly came over whenever his ex-wife brought the children back.

"What is this?" Da Zhe subconsciously asked as he