The golden glow of the setting sun spilled over the streets, casting long shadows across rows of neatly lined houses. Bathed in the warm hue, Luo Chen stood at the entrance of a small courtyard, releasing a long breath as he watched the day slowly fade.0

The negotiation with Old Man Yuan had gone better than expected. Perhaps it was due to their dealings over the pineapple wine, or maybe it was because he had arranged a stable and profitable job for Xiao Yue. Whatever the reason, when Luo Chen arrived with the custom-made wheelchair and expressed his intentions, the old man had not refused.0

Instead, he said he would try to speak with Dragon Coil Tiger, the new leader of the Mining Hall. While he made no guarantees, it was still a step forward.0

Behind him, a soft and timid voice of a young girl rang out. “Brother Luo, Grandpa...0