After sending the letter, Bieshu Feifan began packing his things.
He probably could not stay at his bargain son's home much longer.
Sunagakure was not nearly as poor as he had imagined.
They did not even care about two hundred million.
Although Bieshu Feifan could rob more money, spending too lavishly would arouse suspicion.
He was only a nouveau riche.
No matter how suddenly he had struck it rich, he could hardly produce several hundred million ryō just to teach a son with no prospects whatsoever.
Still, Bieshu Feifan planned to wait one last time.
If Sunagakure sent another bunch of useless fools this time, he would give up on Fangwu Zhuren as his son.
He would simply find another way to lure Rasa out.
Watching his bargain son and Xiaohong carrying on outside the door, inviting suspicion,
Bieshu Feifan curled his lip.
In a few more years, he, Bieshu Feifan, would be able to do the same.
A man still needed time to grow.
Bieshu Feifan held little hope for this attempt. Sunagakure clearly did not take his two hundred million ryō seriously.
Bieshu Feifan sipped his juice while considering what to do next.
Infiltrating Sunagakure was impossible.
And he could not lure Rasa out.
Could he only wait for Rasa to come out on his own?
But that was not very realistic.
Who knew when Rasa would come out?
Or where he would come out from.
After thinking it over, Bieshu Feifan felt the key still lay in relying on the Sharingan's genjutsu.
Before Bieshu Feifan could decide how to use the Sharingan, he suddenly sensed a powerful surge of chakra.
Unconcealed, confident, and brazen.
Bieshu Feifan's eyes snapped open. An expert was approaching.
Since the newcomer was an expert, Bieshu Feifan did not immediately observe her with