The Luo Residence.
Luo Huaili sat in the main seat in the hall, feeling rather wistful for a moment.
So much had happened lately that he found it hard to calm his thoughts.
The Luo Lineage's calamity had passed, and ultimately, they had relied on the Gao Lineage.
He felt no shame in that.
The Gao Lineage had given them enough benefits while asking for too little.
That alone unsettled them: they asked for far, far too little.
So little that it made them uneasy, always feeling they owed something.
But he could not say what the future held. Things were already quite good as they stood.
So what they needed to do was work hard to nurture the next generation, letting new blood support the Luo Lineage. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Luo Lineage now relied on Luo Xuan. Some time ago, however, Luo Xuan had told him that the family might see a turning point.
He felt his daughter had grown up. She had even started speaking in riddles.
Still, he had not asked further, quietly waiting for that turning point to arrive. Unfortunately, months had passed without any sign of it.
He had stopped taking it to heart.
But just as he decided not to dwell on it, a servant announced that someone outside wanted to see him.
And it was a man they had never seen before.
This surprised Luo Huaili, but he still had the man shown in.
Soon, a voice came from outside the hall. "Elder Brother, you look more and more like a family head."
The voice was calm, with a hint of a smile.
Yet when it reached Luo Huaili's ears, it was deafening, utterly astounding.
He jerked his head up and saw a middle-aged man.
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