"Grandfather, I've remembered it."
Luo Cheng nodded firmly.
Over the past few days, Luo Mingshan had conversed with him about cultivation matters, but most of their discussions revolved around Jianghu experience.
Luo Heng stuffed a brocade pouch into Luo Cheng's bundle, saying, "Luo Cheng, in this pouch are eight hundred thousand Gold Notes. If it's not enough, send word back."
"It's more than enough. Thank you, Uncle."
Luo Cheng's nose twitched with emotion as he glanced at Luo Mingshan and the others, saying, "I'm off. Take good care of yourselves!"
With those words, Luo Cheng tightened his grip on the horse's flanks. The blue-maned horse galloped forward, with Luo Hong close behind.
The morning was still fresh, with few pedestrians along the streets. The blue-maned horse ran at full speed, swift as lightning, and in an instant, they were outside Qishan City.
